it. Which means that she doesn't intend to. It doesn't matter how much I disagree with her about the matter; it's her decision. Anyway..."
"Yes?"
"She had no good reason to trust the police. The last time she tried explaining what a pig Zalachenko was, she was locked up in a mental hospital."
Richard Ekstrom, the leader of the preliminary investigation, had butterflies in his stomach as he asked his team leader Inspector Bublanski to take a seat opposite him. Ekstrom straightened his glasses and stroked his well-groomed goatee. He felt that the situation was chaotic and ominous. For several weeks they had been hunting Lisbeth Salander. He himself had proclaimed her far and wide to be mentally imbalanced, a dangerous psychopath. He had leaked information that would have backed him up in an upcoming trial. Everything had looked so good.
There had been no doubt in his mind that Salander was guilty of three murders. The trial should have been a straightforward matter, a pure media circus with himself at centre stage. Then everything had gone haywire, and he found himself with a completely different murderer and a chaos that seemed to have no end in sight. That bitch Salander.
"Well, this is a fine mess we've landed in," he said. "What have you come up with this morning?"
"A nationwide A.P.B. has been sent out on this Ronald Niedermann, but there's no sign of him. At present he's being sought only for the murder of Officer Gunnar Ingemarsson, but I anticipate we'll have grounds for charging him with the three murders here in Stockholm. Maybe you should call a press conference."
Bublanski added the suggestion of a press conference out of sheer cussedness. Ekstrom hated press conferences.
"I think we'll hold off on the press conference for the time being," he snapped.
Bublanski had to stop himself from smiling.
"In the first instance, this is a matter for the Goteborg police," Ekstrom said.
"Well, we do have Modig and Holmberg on the scene in Goteborg, and we've begun to co-operate - "
"We'll hold off on the press conference until we know more," Ekstrom repeated in a brittle tone. "What I want to know is: how certain are you that Niedermann really is involved in the murders in Stockholm?"
"My gut feeling? I'm 100 per cent convinced. On the other hand, the case isn't exactly rock solid. We have no witnesses to the murders, and there is no satisfactory forensic evidence. Lundin and Nieminen of the Svavelsjo M.C. are refusing to say anything - they're claiming they've never heard of Niedermann. But he's going to go to prison for the murder of Officer Ingemarsson."
"Precisely," said Ekstrom. "The killing of the police officer is the main thing right now. But tell me this: is there anything at all to even suggest that Salander might be involved in some way in the murders? Could she and Niedermann have somehow committed the murders together?"
"I very much doubt it, and if I were you I wouldn't voice that theory in public."
"So how is she involved?"
"This is an intricate story, as Mikael Blomkvist claimed from the very beginning. It revolves around this Zala... Alexander Zalachenko."
Ekstrom flinched at the mention of the name Blomkvist.
"Go on," he said.
"Zala is a Russian hit man - apparently without a grain of conscience - who defected in the '70s, and Lisbeth Salander was unlucky enough to have him as her father. He was sponsored or supported by a faction within Sapo that tidied up after any crimes he committed. A police officer attached to Sapo also saw to it that Salander was locked up in a children's psychiatric clinic. She was twelve and had threatened to blow Zalachenko's identity, his alias, his whole cover."
"This is a bit difficult to digest. It's hardly a story we can make public. If I understand the matter correctly, all this stuff about Zalachenko is highly classified."
"Nevertheless, it's the truth. I have documentation."
"Could I see it?"
Bublanski pushed across the desk a folder containing a police report dated 1991. Ekstrom surreptitiously scanned the stamp, which indicated that the document was Top Secret, and the registration number, which he at once identified as belonging to the Security Police. He leafed rapidly through the hundred or so pages, reading paragraphs here and there. Eventually he put the folder aside.
"We have to try to tone this down, so that the situation doesn't get completely out of our control. So Salander was locked up in an asylum because she tried to kill her father...