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

"You could stop publication, but if both you and I OK it . . . Do you think you'll run the story?"

"Damn right we'll run it. It would leak anyway."

"Exactly."

Holm got up and stood uncertainly by her desk.

"Get to work," said Berger.

After Holm left her office she waited five minutes before she picked up the phone and rang Eriksson.

"Hello, Malin. Is Henry there?"

"Yes, he's at his desk."

"Could you call him into your office and put on the speakerphone? We have to have a conference."

Cortez was there within fifteen seconds.

"What's up?"

"Henry, I did something immoral today."

"Oh, you did?"

"I gave your story about Vitavara to the news editor here at SMP."

"You what?"

"I told him to run the story in SMP tomorrow. Your byline. And you'll be paid, of course. In fact, you can name your price."

"Erika, what the hell is going on?"

She gave him a brisk summary of what had happened during the last weeks, and how Fredriksson had almost destroyed her.

"Jesus Christ," Cortez said.

"I know that this is your story, Henry. But I have no choice. Can you agree to this?"

Cortez was silent for a long while.

"Thanks for asking," he said. "It's OK to run the story with my byline. If it's OK with Malin, I should say."

"It's OK with me," Eriksson said.

"Thank you both," Berger said. "Can you tell Mikael? I don't suppose he's in yet."

"I'll talk to Mikael," Eriksson said. "But, Erika, does this mean that you're out of work from today?"

Berger laughed. "I've decided to take the rest of the year off. Believe me, a few weeks at SMP was enough."

"I don't think you ought to start thinking in terms of a vacation yet," Eriksson said.

"Why not?"

"Could you come here this afternoon?"

"What for?"

"I need help. If you want to come back to being editor in chief here, you could start tomorrow morning."

"Malin, you're the editor in chief. Anything else is out of the question."

"Then you could start as managing editor." Eriksson laughed.

"Are you serious?"

"Oh, Erika, I miss you so much that I'm ready to die. One reason I took the job here was so that I'd have a chance to work with you. And now you're somewhere else."

Berger said nothing for a minute. She had not even thought about the possibility of making a comeback at Millennium.

"Do you think I'd really be welcome?" she said hesitantly.

"What do you think? I bet we'd begin with a huge celebration, which I would arrange myself. And you'd be back just in time for us to publish you-know-what."

Berger checked the clock on her desk--10:55. In a couple of hours her whole world had been turned upside down. She realized what a longing she had to walk up the stairs at Millennium again.

"I have a few things to take care of here over the next few hours. Is it OK if I pop in at around 4:00?"

Linder looked Armansky directly in the eye as she told him exactly what had happened during the night. The only thing she left out was her sudden intuition that the hacking of Fredriksson's computer had something to do with Salander. She kept that to herself for two reasons. First, she thought it sounded too implausible. Second, she knew that Armansky was somehow up to his neck in the Salander affair along with Blomkvist.

Armansky listened intently. When Linder finished her account, he said: "Beckman called about an hour ago."

"Oh?"

"He and Berger are coming in later this week to sign a contract. He wants to thank us for what Milton has done, and above all for what you have done."

"I see. It's nice to have a satisfied client."

"He also wants to order a safe for the house. We'll install it and finish up the alarm package before this weekend."

"That's good."

"He says he wants us to invoice him for your work over the weekend. That'll make it quite a sizable bill we'll be sending them." Armansky sighed. "Susanne, you do know that Fredriksson could go to the police and get you into very deep water on a number of counts."

She nodded.

"Mind you, he'd end up in prison so fast it would make his head spin, but he might think it was worth it."

"I doubt he has the balls to go to the police."

"You may be right, but what you did far exceeded instructions."

"I know."

"So how do you think I should react?"

"Only you can decide that."

"How did you think I would react?"

"What I think has nothing to do with it. You could always fire me."

"Hardly. I can't afford to lose a professional of your calibre."

"Thanks."

"But if you do anything like this again, I'm going to get very angry."

Linder nodded.

"What did you do with the hard drive?"

"It's destroyed. I put it in a vise this morning and crushed it."

"Then we can forget about all this."

Berger spent the rest of the morning calling the board members of SMP. She reached the deputy chairman at his summer house near Vaxholm and persuaded him to drive to the city as quickly as he could. A rather makeshift board assembled over lunch. Berger began by explaining how the Cortez folder had come to her, and what consequences it had already had.

When she finished, it was proposed, as she had anticipated, that they try to find another solution. Berger told them that SMP was going to run the st

ory the next day. She also told them that this would be her last day of work and that her decision was final.

She got the board to approve two decisions and enter them in the minutes. Magnus Borgsjo would be asked to vacate his position as CEO, effective immediately, and Anders Holm would be appointed acting editor in chief. Then she excused herself and left the board members to discuss the situation among themselves.

At 2:00 she went down to the personnel department and had a contract drawn up. Then she went to speak to Sebastian Strandlund, the culture editor, and the reporter Eva Carlsson.

"As far as I can tell, you consider Eva to be a talented reporter."

"That's true," said Strandlund.

"And in your budget requests over the past two years you've asked that your staff be increased by at least two."

"Correct."

"Eva, in view of the email to which you were subjected, there might be ugly rumours if I were to hire you full-time. But are you still interested?"

"Of course."

"In that case my last act here at SMP will be to sign this employment contract."

"Your last act?"

"It's a long story. I'm leaving today. Could you two be so kind as to keep quiet about it for an hour or so?"

"What . . . ?"

"There'll be a memo coming around soon."

Berger signed the contract and pushed it across the desk towards Carlsson.

"Good luck," she said, smiling.

*

"The older man who participated in the meeting with Ekstrom on Saturday is Georg Nystrom, a police superintendent," Figuerola said as she put the surveillance photographs from Modig's mobile on Edklinth's desk.

"Superintendent," Edklinth muttered.

"Stefan identified him last night. He went to the apartment on Artillerigatan."

"What do we know about him?"

"He comes from the regular police and has worked for SIS since 1983. Since 1996 he's been serving as an investigator with his own area of responsibility. He does internal checks and examines cases that SIS has completed."

"OK."

"Since Saturday morning six persons of interest have been to the building. Besides Sandberg and Nystrom, Clinton is definitely operating from there. This morning he was taken by ambulance to have dialysis."

"Who are the other three?"

"A man named Otto Hallberg. He was in SIS in the eighties but he's actually connected to the Defence General Staff. He works for the navy and the military intelligence service."

"I see. Why am I not surprised?"

Figuerola laid down one more photograph. "This man we haven't identified yet. He went to lunch with Hallberg. We'll have to see if we can get a better picture when he goes home tonight. But the most interesting one is this man." She laid another photograph on the desk.