The Girl Who Lived Twice (Millennium #6) - David Lagercrantz Page 0,52

she said, and asked him what he was up to.

He said he was breathing some fresh air and had started running again, but also that he was doing some research into the Minister of Defence and the campaign against him, which Berger said was funny.

“Why funny?”

“Sofie has that in her story.”

“In what way?”

“She’s written about the aggression shown towards Forsell’s kids, and the policemen having to patrol outside the Jewish school.”

“I read about that.”

“You know…”

He was disturbed to hear the pensive tone in her voice. That was how she always sounded when she had an idea for a story.

“If you really don’t want to pursue your report about the stock market crash, maybe you can do a profile on Forsell instead, and show him in a more sympathetic light. I remember that you got on well together.”

His eyes scanned the water.

“I think we probably did.”

“So what do you say? You could also help our readers by doing a spot of fact-checking.”

“Not such a bad idea,” he said.

He was thinking about the Sherpa and the Everest expedition.

“I’ve just been told that Forsell has taken an extra week’s holiday himself. Doesn’t he have a place near you?”

“On the other side of the island.”

“Well, then,” she said.

“I’ll think about it.”

“You used not to think so much. You used to just get on with it.”

“I’m on holiday too, you know,” he said.

“You’re never on holiday. You’re way too much of a guilt-ridden old workaholic to get the whole holiday thing.”

“So there’s no point in even trying, you mean?”

“No,” she said, and laughed, and then he felt he had to laugh too. He was relieved that she hadn’t suggested coming out to see him.

He did not want to complicate things with Catrin, so he said good luck and goodbye to Erika. He was thoughtful as he watched the storm whipping up the waves. What should he do? Show her that he did get the whole holiday thing after all? Or keep working?

He came to the conclusion that a meeting with Forsell was a good idea, but first he would have to read his way through more of the filth that had been written about him, and after moaning and grumbling to himself and taking a long shower, he got down to work. At the beginning it was depressing and nauseating, as if he had climbed back down into the same quagmire as when he was investigating the troll factories.

But slowly he became absorbed, and he put a great deal of effort into tracing the original sources of all the allegations and mapping out how they had spread and been distorted. He was gradually getting closer to the events on Everest once more when his mobile rang, startling him. This time it was Bob Carson from Denver.

Carson sounded excited.

* * *

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Charlie Nilsson was sitting with a furrowed brow on a bench outside the Prima Maria Addiction Centre, or the Spin Dryer, as he called it. He did not like talking to the police, and he especially did not want his friends seeing him do it. But the woman, whose name was Moody or something, frightened him, and he did not want any grief.

“Gimme a break, will you?” he said. “I’d never sell a bottle that’s been messed with.”

“Oh, you wouldn’t, would you? So you taste everything first?”

“Very funny.”

“Funny?” Modig said. “I couldn’t be less funny if I tried.”

“Just lay off,” he said. “Anyone could have given him that booze, couldn’t they? You know what they call this place?”

“No, Charlie, I don’t.”

“The Bermuda Triangle. People go from the Spin Dryer to Systembolaget and the beer joint over there and back again, and they just vanish.”

“Meaning what, exactly?”

“That there’s a whole lot of shady stuff going on around here. Some fucking weird creatures come along, pushing dodgy booze and funky pills. But those of us who run a serious business, who stand here in the wind and rain, night after night, we can’t afford to pull stunts like that. Unless we deliver quality goods so we can look people in the eye, the next day, we’re fucked.”

“I don’t believe a word of that,” Modig said. “I’m pretty sure you’re not all that fussy. And I’d say you’re in deep shit right now. Do you see the guys in police uniforms over there?”

Charlie had had his eyes on them all along and could feel them glaring at him.

“If you don’t tell us all you know, we’re pulling you in here and now. You said you’d sold