The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest (Millennium 3)

"All right, but your damned brother is in Goteborg today. He's asleep and has turned off his mobile."

"I know. There aren't many people who are as stubborn as Mikael about not being available when you need him. But Erika, this isn't about you and Micke. I know that you've worked together for twenty years or so and you've had your ups and downs, but you have to think about Christer and the others on the staff too."

"I've been keeping it under wraps all this time. Mikael's going to--"

"Micke's going to go through the roof, of course he is. But if he can't handle the fact that you screwed up one time in twenty years, then he isn't worth the time you've put in for him."

Berger sighed.

"Pull yourself together," Giannini told her. "Call Christer in, and the rest of the staff. Right now."

Malm sat motionless for a few seconds. Berger had gathered her colleagues into Millennium's small conference room with only a few minutes' notice, just as he was about to leave early. He glanced at Cortez and Karim. They were as astonished as he was. Malin Eriksson, the managing editor, had not known anything either, nor had Monika Nilsson, the reporter, or the advertising manager, Magnusson. Blomkvist was the only one absent from the meeting. He was in Goteborg being his usual Blomkvist self.

Good God. Mikael doesn't know anything about it either, thought Malm. How on earth is he going to react?

Then he realized that Berger had stopped talking, and it was as silent as the grave in the conference room. He shook his head, stood up, and spontaneously gave Berger a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Congrats, Ricky," he said. "Editor in chief of SMP. That's not a bad step up from this sorry little rag."

Cortez came to life and began to clap. Berger held up her hands.

"Stop," she said. "I don't deserve any applause today." She looked around at her colleagues in the cramped editorial office. "Listen, I'm terribly sorry that it had to be this way. I wanted to tell you sooner, but the news sort of got drowned out by all the turmoil surrounding Dag and Mia. Mikael and Malin have been working like demons, and it just didn't ever seem like the right time or place. And that's how we've arrived at this point today."

Eriksson realized with terrible clarity how understaffed the paper was, and how empty it was going to seem without Berger. No matter what happened, or whatever problem arose, Berger had been a boss she could always rely on. No wonder the biggest daily had recruited her. But what was going to happen now? Erika had always been a crucial part of Millennium.

"There are a few things we have to get straight. I'm perfectly aware that this is going to create difficulties in the office. I didn't want it to, but that's the way things are. First of all: I won't abandon Millennium. I'm going to stay on as a partner and will attend board meetings. I won't, of course, have any influence in editorial matters."

Malm nodded thoughtfully.

"Second, I officially leave on the last day of April. But today is my last day of work. Next week I'll be travelling, as you know. It's been planned for a long time. And I've decided not to come back here to put in any days during the transition period." She paused for a moment. "The next issue of the magazine is ready in the computer. There are a few minor things that need fixing. It will be my final issue. I'm clearing my desk tonight."

There was absolute silence in the room.

"The selection of a new editor in chief will have to be discussed and made by the board. It's something that you all on the staff will have to talk through."

"Mikael," Malm said.

"No. Never Mikael. He's surely the worst possible editor in chief you could pick. He's perfect as publisher and damned good at editing articles and tying up loose ends in material that is going to be published. He's the fixer. The editor in chief has to be the one who takes the initiative. Mikael also has a tendency to bury himself in his own stories and be totally off the radar for weeks at a time. He's at his best when things heat up, but he's incredibly bad at routine work. You all know that."

Malm muttered his assent and then said: "Millennium functioned because you and Mikael were a good balance for each other."

"That's not the only reason. You remember when Mikael was up in Hedestad sulking for almost a whole year? Millennium functioned without him precisely the way the magazine is going to have to function without me now."

"What's your plan?"

"My choice would be for you, Christer, to take over as editor in chief."

"Not on your life." Malm threw up his hands.

"But since I knew that's what you would say, I have another solution. Malin. You can start as acting editor in chief from today."

"Me?" Eriksson said. She sounded shocked.

"Yes, you. You've been damned good as managing editor."

"But I--"

"Give it a try. I'll be out of my office tonight. You can move in on Monday morning. The May issue is done--we've already worked hard on it. June is a double issue, and then you have a month off. If it doesn't work, the board will have to find somebody else for August. Henry, you'll take Malin's place as managing editor. Then we'll need to hire a new employee. But that will be up to all of you, and to the board."

She studied the group thoughtfully.

"One more thing. For all practical purposes, SMP and Millennium are not competitors, but nevertheless I don't want to know any more than I already do about the content of the next two issues. All such matters should be discussed with Malin, effective immediately."

"What should we do about this Salander story?" Cortez said.

"Discuss it with Mikael. I know something about Salander, but I'm putting what I know in mothballs. I won't take it to SMP." Berger suddenly felt an enormous wave of relief. "That's about it," she said, and she ended the meeting by getting up and going back to her office without another word.

Millennium's staff sat in silence.

It was not until an hour later that Eriksson knocked on Berger's door.

"Hello there."

"Yes?" said Berger.

"The staff would like to have a word."

"What is it?"

"Out here."

Berger got up and went to the door. They had set a table with cake and Friday afternoon coffee.

"We think we should have a party and give you a real send-off in due course," Malm said. "But for now, coffee and cake will have to do."

Berger smiled, for the first time in a long time.

CHAPTER 3

Friday, April 8-Saturday, April 9

Zalachenko had been awake for eight hours when Inspectors Modig and Erlander came to his room at 7:00 in the evening. He had undergone an extensive operation in which a significant section of his jaw was realigned and fixed with titanium screws. His head was wrapped in so many bandages that you could see only his left eye and a narrow slit of mouth. A doctor had explained that the axe blow had crushed his cheekbone and damaged his forehead, peeling off a large part of the flesh on the right side of his face and tugging at his eye socket. His injuries were causing him immense pain. He had been given large doses of painkillers, yet was relatively lucid and able to talk. But the officers were warned not to tire him.

"Good evening, Herr Zalachenko," Modig said. She introduced herself and her colleague.

"My name is Karl Axel Bodin," Zalachenko said laboriously through clenched teeth. His voice was steady.

"I know exactly who you are. I've read your file from Sapo."

This, of course, was not true.

"That was a long time ago," Zalachenko said. "I'm Karl Axel Bodin now."

"How are you doing? Are you able to have a conversation?"

"I want to report a serious crime. I have been the victim of attempted murder by my daughter."

"We know. That matter will be dealt with at the appropriate time," Erlander said. "But we have more urgent issues to talk about."

"What could be more urgent than attempted murder?"

"Right now we need information from you about three murders in Stockholm

, at least three murders in Nykvarn, and a kidnapping."

"I don't know anything about that. Who was murdered?"

"Herr Bodin, we have good reason to believe that your associate, thirty-five-year-old Ronald Niedermann, is guilty of these crimes," Erlander said. "Last night he also murdered a police officer from Trollhattan."

Modig was surprised that Erlander had acquiesced to Zalachenko's wish to be called Bodin. Zalachenko turned his head a little so that he could see Erlander. His voice softened slightly.

"That is . . . unfortunate to hear. I know nothing about Niedermann's affairs. I have not killed any policeman. I was the victim of attempted murder myself last night."

"There's a manhunt under way for Ronald Niedermann even as we speak. Do you have any idea where he might hide?"

"I am not aware of the circles he moves in. I . . ." Zalachenko hesitated a few seconds. His voice took on a confidential tone. "I must admit, just between us, that sometimes I worry about Niedermann."

Erlander bent towards him.

"What do you mean?"

"I have discovered that he can be a violent person. . . . I am actually afraid of him."

"You mean you felt threatened by Niedermann?" Erlander said.

"Precisely. I'm old and handicapped. I cannot defend myself."

"Could you explain your relationship to Niedermann?"