e stared straight into the eyes of mikael blomkvist, felt pahrough her body, and took a step back.
“g, fr?ken salaed her cheerfully. “it was a late night, i see. e in?”
without waiting for an answer, he walked in, g the door behind him. he regarded with curiosity the pile of the hall floor a of bags filled with hehrough the bedroom door while salander’s inning in the wroion. hoho? blomkvist looked at her bewilderment with amusement.
“i assumed that you would not have had breakfast yet, sht some filled bagels with me. i got oh roast beef, ourkey and dijon mustard, aarian with avoot knowing your preference.” he marto her kitd started rinsing her aker. “where do you keep coffee?” he said. salaood in the hall as if frozen uhe water running out of the tap. she took three quick strides.
“stop! stop at once!” she realised that she was shouting and lowered her voi it all, you e barging in here as if you owhe pla’t eveher.”
blomkvist paused, holding a jug ao look at her.
“wrong! you khan almost anyone else does. isn’t that so?”
he turned his ba her aer into the mae. theed opening her cupboards in search of coffee. “speaking of whiow how you do it. i know your secrets.”
sala her eyes, wishing that the floor would stop pitder her feet. she was ial paralysis. she was huhis situation was unreal, and her braio funever had she met os face to faows where i live! he was standi. this ossible. it was eous. he knows who i am!
she felt the sheet slipping, and she pulled it tighter around her. he said something, but at first she didand him. “we have to talk,” he said again. “but i think you’d better take a shower first.”
she tried to speak sensibly. “you listen to me—if you’re thinking of maki the one you should be talking to. i was just doing a job. you should talk to my boss.”
he held up his hands. a universal sign of peace, or i have no on.
“i’ve already talked to armansky. by the way, he wants y him—you didn’t answer his call last night.”
she did hreat, but she still stepped back a pa he came closer, took her arm ao the bathroom door. she disliked haviouch her without her leave.
“i don’t warouble,” he said. “but i’m quite anxious to talk to you. after you’re awake, that is. the coffee will be ready by the time you put ohes. first, a shower. vamoose!”
passively she obeyed. lisbeth salander is never passive, she thought.
she lea the bathroom doled to chts. she was more shaken than she would have thought possible. gradually she realised that a shower was not only good adviecessity after the tumult of the night. when she was done, she slipped into her bedroom and put on jeans, and a t-shirt with the sleddooday we have a serious problem.
after pausing for a sed, she searched through her leather jacket that was slung over a chair. she took the taser out of the pocket, checked to see that it was loaded, and stu the back pocket of her jeans. the smell of coffee reading through the apartmeook a deep breath ao the kit.
“do you never up?” he said.
he had filled the sink with dirty dishes and ashtrays; he had put the old milk to a rubbish sad cleared the table of five weeks of neers; he had washed the table d put out mugs a joking after all—bagels. ok, let’s see where this is headi down opposite him.
“you didn’t answer my question. roast beef, turkey, etarian?”
“roast beef.”
“then i’ll take the turkey.”
they ate iiher. when she finished her bagel, she also ate half of the vegetarian one. she picked up a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the windowsill a.
he broke the silence. “i may not be as good as you at iions, but at least i’ve found out that you’re arian or—as herr frode thought—anorexiclude that informatio.”
sala him, but he looked so amused that she gave him a ile. the situation was beyond all rhyme or reason. she sipped her coffee. he had kind eyes. she decided that whatever else he might be, he did o be a malicious person. ahing in the pi she had do would indicate he was a vicious
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