run home and take a shower. I'll be back in forty-five minutes."
"Let's stay in touch all day."
"Right," Blomkvist said. "Are we finished? I have to make a call."
Harriet Vanger was having breakfast on the glass veranda of Henrik Vanger's house in Hedeby when her mobile rang. She answered without looking at the display.
"Good morning, Harriet," said Blomkvist.
"Good heavens. I thought you were one of those people who never gets up before eight."
"I don't, as long as I have a chance to go to bed. Which I didn't last night."
"Has something happened?"
"You didn't listen to the news?" Blomkvist gave her a report of the events of the night.
"That's terrible. How are you holding up?"
"Thanks for asking. I've felt better. But the reason I'm calling is that you're on Millennium's board and should be informed. I'm guessing that some reporter will discover soon enough that I was the one who found Dag and Mia, and that will give rise to certain speculations, and when it leaks out that Dag was working on a massive expose for Millennium, questions are going to be asked."
"And you think I ought to be prepared. So, what should I say?"
"Tell the truth. You've been told what happened. You're shocked about the murders, but you are not privy to the editorial work, so you cannot comment on any speculation. It's the police's job to investigate the murders, not Millennium's."
"Thanks for the warning. Is there anything I can do?"
"Not right now. But if I think of something I'll let you know."
"Good. And Mikael... keep me informed, please."
CHAPTER 13
Maundy Thursday, March 24
The responsibility of leading the preliminary investigation into the double homicide in Enskede landed officially on Prosecutor Richard Ekstrom's desk at 7:00 on the morning of Maundy Thursday. The duty prosecutor of the night before, a relatively young and inexperienced lawyer, had realized that the Enskede murders could turn into a media sensation. He called and woke up the assistant county prosecutor, who in turn woke up the assistant county chief of police. Together they decided to pass the ball to a diligent and experienced prosecutor: Richard Ekstrom.
Ekstrom was a thin, vital man five feet six inches tall, forty-two years old, with thinning blond hair and a goatee. He was always impeccably dressed and he wore shoes with slightly raised heels. He had begun his career as the assistant prosecutor in Uppsala, until he was recruited as an investigator by the Ministry of Justice, where he worked on bringing Swedish law into accord with that of the EU, and he acquitted himself so well that for a time he was appointed division chief. He attracted attention with his report on organizational deficiencies within legal security, where he made a case for increased efficiency rather than complying with the requests for increased resources demanded by certain police authorities. After four years at the Ministry of Justice, he moved to the prosecutor's office in Stockholm, where he handled a number of cases involving high-profile robberies and violent crimes.
Within the administration he was taken for a Social Democrat, but in reality Ekstrom was uninterested in party politics. Even as he started to attract attention in the media, people in high places had begun to keep their eye on him. He was definitely a candidate for higher office, and thanks to his presumed party affiliation he had a broad network of contacts in political and police circles. Within the police force opinion was divided as to Ekstrom's ability. His investigations had not found support among those who were advocating that the best way to promote law and order was to recruit more police. On the other hand, he had excelled at not being afraid of getting his hands dirty when he drove a case to trial.
Ekstrom got a briefing from the criminal duty officer about the events in Enskede, and at once concluded that this was a case which would without a doubt create a stir in the media. The two victims were a criminologist and a journalist - the latter a calling Ekstrom either loved or hated, depending on the situation.
He had a rapid telephone conversation with the county chief of police. At 7:15 he picked up the phone again and woke Criminal Inspector Jan Bublanski, known to his colleagues as Officer Bubble. Bublanski was off duty over Easter week due to a mountain of overtime he had accumulated during the past year, but he was asked to interrupt his time off and come to police headquarters at once to