Berger’s immediate reaction was that they could not use the material since it had
been obtained through illegal means.
But, of course, they could use it. Blomkvist pointed out that they had no obligation
to explain how they had acquired the material. They could just as well have a
source with access to Wennerström’s computer who had burned everything on his
hard drive to a CD.
Finally Berger realised what a weapon she had in her hands. She felt exhausted and
still had questions, but she did not know where to begin. At last she leaned back
against the sofa and threw out her hands.
“Mikael, what happened up in Hedestad?”
Salander looked up sharply. Blomkvist answered with a question.
“How are you getting along with Harriet Vanger?”
“Fine. I think. I’ve met her twice. Christer and I drove up to Hedestad for a board
meeting last week. We got drunk on wine.”
“And the board meeting?”
“She kept her word.”
“Ricky, I know you’re frustrated that I’ve been ducking you and coming up with
excuses not to tell you what happened. You and I have never had secrets from each
other, and all of a sudden there’s six months of my life that I’m...not prepared to
tell you about.”
Berger met Blomkvist’s gaze. She knew him inside and out, but what she saw in his
eyes was something she had never seen before. He was begging her not to ask.
Salander watched their wordless dialogue. She was no part of it.
“Was it that bad?”
“It was worse. I’ve been dreading this conversation. I promise to tell you, but I’ve
spent several months suppressing my feelings while Wennerström has absorbed all
my attention...I’m still not ready. I’d prefer it if Harriet told you instead.”
“What’s that mark around your neck?”