officer, resisting arrest, and for possession of an illegal weapon. Salander was taken to Sahlgrenska with a bullet in her head. Zalachenko is there too with an axe wound to his skull. Niedermann got away. And he killed a policeman tonight."
Modig blinked twice, registering how exhausted she felt. Most of all she wanted to crawl back into bed and take a month's holiday.
"The X2000 at 5.10. O.K. What do you want me to do?"
"Meet Jerker Holmberg at Central Station. You're to contact an Inspector Thomas Paulsson at the Trollhattan police. He seems to be responsible for much of the mess tonight. Blomkvist described him as an Olympic-class idiot."
"You've talked to Blomkvist?"
"Apparently he's been arrested and cuffed. I managed to persuade Paulsson to let me talk to him for a moment. I'm on my way to Kungsholmen right now, and I'll try to work out what's going on. We'll keep in touch by mobile."
Modig looked at the time again. Then she called a taxi and jumped into the shower for a minute. She brushed her teeth, pulled a comb through her hair, and put on long black trousers, a black T-shirt, and a grey jacket. She put her police revolver in her shoulder bag and picked out a dark-red leather coat. Then she shook enough life into her husband to explain where she was off to, and that he had to deal with the kids in the morning. She walked out of the front door just as the taxi drew up.
She did not have to search for her colleague, Criminal Inspector Holmberg. She assumed that he would be in the restaurant car and that is where she found him. He had already bought coffee and sandwiches for her. They sat in silence for five minutes as they ate their breakfast. Finally Holmberg pushed his coffee cup aside.
"Maybe I should get some training in some other field," he said.
Some time after 4.00 in the morning, Criminal Inspector Marcus Erlander from the Violent Crimes Division of the Goteborg police arrived in Gosseberga and took over the investigation from the overburdened Paulsson. Erlander was a short, round man in his fifties with grey hair. One of the first things he did was to have Blomkvist released from his handcuffs, and then he produced rolls and coffee from a thermos. They sat in the living room for a private conversation.
"I've spoken with Bublanski," Erlander said. "Bubble and I have known each other for many years. We are both of us sorry that you were subjected to Paulsson's rather primitive way of operating."
"He succeeded in getting a policeman killed tonight," Blomkvist said.
Erlander said: "I knew Officer Ingemarsson personally. He served in Goteborg before he moved to Trollhattan. He has a three-year-old daughter."
"I'm sorry. I tried to warn him."
"So I heard. You were quite emphatic, it seems, and that's why you were cuffed. You were the one who exposed Wennerstrom last year. Bublanski says that you're a shameless journalist bastard and an insane private investigator, but that you just might know what you're talking about. Can you bring me up to speed so that I can get the hang of what's going on?"
"What happened here tonight is the culmination of the murders of two friends of mine in Enskede, Dag Svensson and Mia Johansson. And the murder of a person who was no friend of mine... a lawyer called Bjurman, also Lisbeth Salander's guardian."
Erlander made notes between taking sips of his coffee.
"As you no doubt know, the police have been looking for Salander since Easter. She was a suspect in all three murders. First of all, you have to realize that Salander is not only not guilty of these murders, she has been throughout a victim in the whole affair."
"I haven't had the least connection to the Enskede business, but after everything that was in the media about her it seems a bit hard to swallow that Salander could be completely innocent."
"Nonetheless, that's how it is. She's innocent. Full stop. The killer is Ronald Niedermann, the man who murdered your officer tonight. He works for Karl Axel Bodin."
"The Bodin who's in Sahlgrenska with an axe in his skull?"
"The axe isn't still in his head. I assume it was Salander who nailed him. His real name is Alexander Zalachenko and he's Lisbeth's father. He was a hit man for Russian military intelligence. He defected in the '70s, and was then on the books of Sapo until the collapse of the Soviet Union. He's been running his own criminal