ced him that i had a legitimate purpose.”
“which is what?”
“as i told you, frode’s employer hired me to do a job. i’ve reached a point where i need a skilled researe about you and said that yood. he hado identify you, it just slipped out. i explaio armansky what i wahe whole thing ao call you. and here i am. call him if you want.”
it took salae to find her mobile amohes that mimmi had pulled off her. blomkvist watched her embarrassed searterest as he patrolled the apartmeure seemed to be strays. she had a state-of-the-art powerbook on an apology for a desk in the living room. she had a cd player on a shelf. her cd itiful total of ten cds by groups he had never heard of, and the musi the covers looked like vampires from outer space. music robably erest.
salahat armansky had called her sevehe night before ahis m. she pun his number while blomkvist lea the door frame ahe versation.
“it’s me…sorry…yes…it was turned off…i ko hire me…anding in the middle of my fug living room, for christ’s sake…” she raised her van, i’m hung over as, so please, no games, did you ok this job or not?…thanks.”
salahrough the door to the living room at blomkvist pulling out d taking books off the bookshelf. he had just found a brown pill bottle that was missing its label, and he was holding it up to the light. he was about to uop, so she reached out and took the bottle from him. she went back to the kitd sat down ing her forehead until he joined her.
“the rules are simple,” she said. “nothing that you discuss with me or with armansky will be shared with a all. there will be a tract which states that miltes tiality. i want to know what the job is about before i decide whether i want to work for you or not. that also means that i agree to keep to myself everything you tell me, whether i take the job or not, provided that you’re not g any sort of serious al activity. in which case, i’ll report it tan, who in turo the police.”
“fied. “armansky may ely aant to hire you for…”
“some historical research, he said.”
“well, yes, that’s right. i want you to help me to identify a murderer.”
it took blomkvist an hour to explaie details i va nothing out. he had frode’s permission to hire her, and to do that he had to be able to trust her pletely.
he told her everything about ceger and that he had found her fa harriet’s window. he gave salander as good a des of her character as he could. she had moved high up o of suspects, his list. but he was still far from believing that she could be in any way associated with a murderer who was a she was still a young woman.
he gave salander a copy of the list ie book: “magda—32016; sara—32109; r.j.—30112; r.l.—32027; mari—32018.” and he gave her a copy of the verses from leviticus.
“what do you wao do?”
“i’ve idehe r.j., rebecka ja.” he told her what the five-figure ood for. “if i’m right, theo find four more victims—magda, sara, mari, and r.l.”
“you think they’re all murdered?”
“what i think is that we are looking for someohe other numbers and initials also prove to be shorthand for fs—is a murderer who was a the fifties and maybe also iies. and who is in some way lier. i’ve gh back issues of the hedestad courier. rebecka’s murder is the only grotesque crime that i d with a to hedestad. i want you to keep digging, all over sweden if necessary, until you make seher names and verses.”
sala in expressionless silence for sue that blomkvist began to grow impatient. he was w whether he had the wrong perso raised her head.
“i’ll take the job. but first you have to sign a tract with armansky.”
armansky prihe tract that blomkvist would take back to hedestad fnature. wheo salander’s office, he saw how she and blomkvist were leaning over her powerbook. he had his hand on her shoulder—he was toug her—and pointing. armahe corridor.
blomkvist said somethio surprise salahen she laughed out loud.
armansky had never once heard her laugh before, and for years he had been trying to wi. blomkvist had known her
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