he pany was run today by martin vanger, whose name blomkvist associated lump man with thick hair who oally flickered past ov s. he did not know mu. henrik vanger had been out of the picture for at least twenty years.
“why der wa me?”
“i’ve been herr vanger’s lawyer for ma he will have to tell you himself what he wants. oher hand, i say that herr vanger would like to discuss a possible job with you.”
“job? i dohe slightest iion of going ter pany. is it a press secretary you need?”
“ly. i don’t know how to put it other than to say that herr vanger is exgly anxious to meet you and sult with you on a private matter.”
“you ’t get more equivocal, could you?”
“i beg your pardon for that. but is there any possibility of g you to pay a visit to hedestad? naturally we will pay all your expenses and a reasonable fee.”
“your es at rather aime. i have quite a lot to take d…i suppose you’ve seen the headli me i few days.”
“the wer?m affair?” frode chuckled. “yes, that did have a amusemeo tell you the truth, it ublicity surrouhat caused herr vaake notice of you. he wants to offer you a freelanment. i’m only a messehe matter s is something only he explain.”
“this is ohe odder calls i’ve had in a lo me think about it. how i reach you?”
blomkvist sat looking at the disorder on his desk. he agi sort of job vanger would want to offer him, but the lawyer had su arousing his curiosity.
he googled the vanger pany. it might be iers but it seemed to be in the media almost daily. he saved a dozen pahen searched for frode, and henrik and martin vanger.
martin vanger appeared diligent in his capacity as ceo of the vanger corporatio a low profile; he was on the board of the hedestad try d a the rotary rik vah oion, iving the bapaad courier had published a tribute tnate oh birthday two, and it i sketch. he put together a folder of fifty pages or so. then fiied his desk, sealed the s, and, haviher he would e bat home.
salamas eve at the ?ppelviken nursing home in upplands-v?sby. she had brought presents: a bottle of eau de toilette by dior and an english fruit ?hlé store. she drank coffee as she watched the forty-six-year-old ith gers was trying to u on the ribboenderness ihat this strange womaher o amaze her. she che slightest resemblan looks or nature.
her mave up the struggle and looked helplessly at the package. it was not oer days. salander pushed across the scissors that had been in plain sight oable aher suddeo .
“you must think i’m stupid.”
“no, mum. you’re not stupid. but life is unfair.”
“have you seen your sister?”
“not in a long time.”
“she never es.”
“i know, mum. she doesher.”
“are y?”
“yes. i’m doing fine.”
“where do you live? i don’t even know where you live.”
“i live in your old apartment on lundagatahere for several years. i had to take over the payments.”
“iime maybe i e and see you.”
“of the summertime.”
her mother at last got the christmas present open ahe aroma, ehank you, camilla,” she said.
“lisbeth. i’m lisbeth.”
her mother looked embarrassed. salahat they should go to the tv room.
blomkvist spent the hour of the disney speas eve with his daughter pernilla at the home of his ex-wife, monid her new husband iuna. after diss with her mother they had agreed to give pernilla an ipod, an mp3 player hardly bigger than a matchbox which ce cd .
father ahe time together in her room upstairs. pernilla’s parents were divor she was five, and she had had a her since she was seven. pero see him about oh and had week-long holidays with him in sandhamhey speher they usually got alo blomkvist had let his daughter decide how ofteo see him, the more so after her mother remarried. there had been a couple of ye
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