"He's so upset that he's complained to the board."
Berger looked up. Damn it. I'm going to have to face up to the Borgsjo problem.
"Borgsjo is coming in this afternoon and wants a meeting with you. I suspect it's Holm's doing."
"O.K. What time?"
"2.00," said Fredriksson, and he went back to his desk to write the midday memo.
Jonasson visited Salander during her lunch. She pushed away a plate of the health authority's vegetable stew. As always, he did a brief examination of her, but she noticed that he was no longer putting much effort into it.
"You've recovered nicely," he said.
"Hmm. You'll have to do something about the food at this place."
"What about it?"
"Couldn't you get me a pizza?"
"Sorry. Way beyond the budget."
"I was afraid of that."
"Lisbeth, we're going to have a discussion about the state of your health tomorrow - "
"Understood. And I've recovered nicely."
"You're now well enough to be moved to Kronoberg prison. I might be able to postpone the move for another week, but my colleagues are going to start wondering."
"You don't need to do that."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "I'm ready. And it had to happen sooner or later."
"I'll give the go-ahead tomorrow, then," Jonasson said. "You'll probably be transferred pretty soon."
She nodded.
"It might be as early as this weekend. The hospital administration doesn't want you here."
"Who could blame them."
"Er... that device of yours - "
"I'll leave it in the recess behind the table here." She pointed.
"Good idea."
They sat in silence for a moment before Jonasson stood up.
"I have to check on my other patients."
"Thanks for everything. I owe you one."
"Just doing my job."
"No. You've done a great deal more. I won't forget it."
Blomkvist entered police headquarters on Kungsholmen through the entrance on Polhemsgatan. Figuerola accompanied him up to the offices of the Constitutional Protection Unit. They exchanged only silent glances in the lift.
"Do you think it's such a good idea for me to be hanging around at police H.Q.?" Blomkvist said. "Someone might see us together and start to wonder."
"This will be our only meeting here. From now on we'll meet in an office we've rented at Fridhemsplan. We get access tomorrow. But this will be O.K. Constitutional Protection is a small and more or less self-sufficient unit, and nobody else at S.I.S. cares about it. And we're on a different floor from the rest of Sapo."
He greeted Edklinth without shaking hands and said hello to two colleagues who were apparently part of his team. They introduced themselves only as Stefan and Anders. He smiled to himself.
"Where do we start?" he said.
"We could start by having some coffee... Monica?" Edklinth said.
"Thanks, that would be nice," Figuerola said.
Edklinth had probably meant for her to serve the coffee. Blomkvist noticed that the chief of the Constitutional Protection Unit hesitated for only a second before he got up and brought the thermos over to the conference table, where place settings were already laid out. Blomkvist saw that Edklinth was also smiling to himself, which he took to be a good sign. Then Edklinth turned serious.
"I honestly don't know how I should be managing this. It must be the first time a journalist has sat in on a meeting of the Security Police. The issues we'll be discussing now are in very many respects confidential and highly classified."
"I'm not interested in military secrets. I'm only interested in the Zalachenko club."
"But we have to strike a balance. First of all, the names of today's participants must not be mentioned in your articles."
"Agreed."
Edklinth gave Blomkvist a look of surprise.
"Second, you may not speak with anyone but myself and Monica Figuerola. We're the ones who will decide what we can tell you."
"If you have a long list of requirements, you should have mentioned them yesterday."
"Yesterday I hadn't yet thought through the matter."
"Then I have something to tell you too. This is probably the first and only time in my professional career that I will reveal the contents of an unpublished story to a police officer. So, to quote you... I honestly don't know how I should be managing this."
A brief silence settled over the table.
"Maybe we - "
"What if we - "
Edklinth and Figuerola had started talking at the same time before falling silent.
"My target is the Zalachenko club," Blomkvist said. "You want to bring charges against the Zalachenko club. Let's stick to that."
Edklinth nodded.
"So, what have you got?" Blomkvist said.
Edklinth explained what Figuerola and her team had unearthed. He showed Blomkvist the photograph of Evert Gullberg with Colonel Wennerstrom.