She put her hand over the mouthpiece and turned to the others. "Teleborian went straight to Ekstrom."
"Hello, are you still there?"
"Sorry. Do we have a description of the third man?"
"Even better. I'm sending you a picture."
"A picture? I'm in your debt."
"It would help if you'd tell me what's going on."
"I'll get back to you."
They sat in silence around the conference table for a moment.
"So," Edklinth said at last. "Teleborian meets with the Section and then goes directly to see Prosecutor Ekstrom. I'd give a lot of money to find out what they talked about."
"Or you could just ask me," Blomkvist said.
Edklinth and Figuerola looked at him.
"They met to finalize their strategy for nailing Salander at her trial."
Figuerola gave him a look. Then she nodded slowly.
"That's a guess," Edklinth said. "Unless you happen to have paranormal abilities."
"It's no guess," said Mikael. "They met to discuss the forensic psychiatric report on Salander. Teleborian has just finished writing it."
"Nonsense. Salander hasn't even been examined."
Blomkvist shrugged and opened his laptop case. "That hasn't stopped Teleborian in the past. Here's the latest version. It's dated, as you can see, the week the trial is scheduled to begin."
Edklinth and Figuerola read through at the text before them. At last they exchanged glances and then looked at Blomkvist.
"And where the devil did you get hold of this?" Edklinth said.
"That's from a source I have to protect," said Blomkvist.
"Blomkvist... we have to be able to trust each other. You're withholding information. Have you got any more surprises up your sleeve?"
"Yes. I do have secrets, of course. Just as I'm persuaded that you haven't given me carte blanche to look at everything you have here at Sapo."
"It's not the same thing."
"It's precisely the same thing. This arrangement involves cooperation. You said it yourself: we have to trust each other. I'm not holding back anything that could be useful to your investigation of the Section or throw light on the various crimes that have been committed. I've already handed over evidence that Teleborian committed crimes with Bjorck in 1991, and I told you that he would be hired to do the same thing again now. And this is the document that proves me right."
"But you're still withholding key material."
"Naturally, and you can either suspend our co-operation or you can live with that."
Figuerola held up a diplomatic finger. "Excuse me, but does this mean that Ekstrom is working for the Section?"
Blomkvist frowned. "That I don't know. My sense is that he's more a useful fool being used by the Section. He's ambitious, but I think he's honest, if a little stupid. One source did tell me that he swallowed most of what Teleborian fed him about Salander at a presentation of reports when the hunt for her was still on."
"So you don't think it takes much to manipulate him?"
"Exactly. And Criminal Inspector Faste is an unadulterated idiot who believes that Salander is a lesbian Satanist."
Berger was at home. She felt paralysed and unable to concentrate on any real work. All the time she expected someone to call and tell her that pictures of her were posted on some website.
She caught herself thinking over and over about Salander, although she realized that her hopes of getting help from her were most likely in vain. Salander was locked up at Sahlgrenska. She was not allowed visitors and could not even read the newspapers. But she was an oddly resourceful young woman. Despite her isolation she had managed to contact Berger on I.C.Q. and then by telephone. And two years ago she had single-handedly destroyed Wennerstrom's financial empire and saved Millennium.
At 8.00 Linder arrived and knocked on the door. Berger jumped as though someone had fired a shot in her living room.
"Hello, Erika. You're sitting here in the dark looking glum."
Berger nodded and turned on a light. "Hi. I'll put on some coffee - "
"No. Let me do it. Anything new?"
You can say that again. Lisbeth Salander got in touch with me and took control of my computer. And then she called to say that Teleborian and somebody called Jonas were meeting at Central Station this afternoon.
"No. Nothing new," she said. "But I have something I'd like to try on you."
"Try it."
"What do you think the chances are that this isn't a stalker but somebody I know who wants to fuck with me?"
"What's the difference?"
"To me a stalker is someone I don't know who's become fixated on me. The alternative is a person who wants to take some sort of revenge and sabotage