Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest, The - Stieg Larsson [138]
“Alright,” Berger said. “And now she’s wondering if it was me that wrote to her, is that it?”
“Not exactly … I mean … geez.”
“Peter, please speak up.”
“She sort of halfway believed the first email although she was quite surprised by it. But then she realized that this isn’t exactly your style and then …”
“Then?”
“Well, she thinks it’s embarrassing and doesn’t quite know what to do. Part of it is probably that she’s very impressed by you and likes you a lot … as a boss, I mean. So she came to me and asked for my advice.”
“And what did you tell her?”
“I said that someone had faked your address and is obviously harassing her. Or possibly both of you. And I said I’d talk to you about it.”
“Thank you. Could you please ask her to come to my office in ten minutes?”
In the meantime Berger composed her own email.
It has come to my attention that an employee of S.M.P. has received a number of emails that appear to come from me. The emails contain vulgar sexual innuendos. I have also received similar emails from a sender who purports to be “centraled” at S.M.P. No such address exists.
I have consulted the head of the I.T. department, who informs me that it is very easy to fake a sender’s address. I don’t understand how it’s done, but there are sites on the Internet where such things can be arranged. I have to draw the conclusion that some sick individual is doing this.
I want to know if any other colleagues have received strange emails. If so, I would like them to inform Fredriksson of this immediately. If these very unpleasant pranks continue we will have to consider reporting them to the police.
Erika Berger, Editor-in-Chief
She printed a copy of the email and then pressed send so that the message went out to all employees in the company. At that moment, Eva Carlsson knocked on the door.
“Hello, have a seat,” Berger said. “Peter told me that you got an email from me.”
“Well, I didn’t really think it came from you.”
“Thirty seconds ago you did get an email from me. I wrote it all by myself and sent it to everyone in the company.”
She handed Carlsson the printout.
“O.K. I get it,” the girl said.
“I’m really sorry that somebody decided to target you for this ugly campaign.”
“You don’t have to apologize for the actions of some idiot.”
“I just want to make sure that you don’t have one lingering grain of a suspicion that I had anything to do with these emails.”
“I never believed you sent them.”
“Thanks,” Berger said with a smile.
Figuerola spent the afternoon gathering information. She started by ordering passport photographs of Faulsson. Then she ran a check in the criminal records and got a hit at once.
Lars Faulsson, forty-seven years old and known by the nickname Falun, had begun his criminal career stealing cars at seventeen. In the ’70s and ’80s he was twice arrested and charged with breaking and entering, burglary and receiving stolen goods. The first time he was given a light prison sentence; the second time he got three years. At that time he was regarded as “up and coming” in criminal circles and had been questioned as a suspect in three other burglaries, one of which was a relatively complicated and widely reported safecracking heist at a department store in Västerås. When he got out of prison in 1984 he kept his nose clean – or at least he did not pull any jobs that got him arrested and convicted again. But he had retrained himself to be a locksmith (of all professions), and in 1987 he started his own company, the Lock and Key Service, with an address near Norrtull in Stockholm.
Identifying the woman who had filmed Mårtensson and Faulsson proved to be easier than she had anticipated. She simply called Milton Security and explained that she was looking for a female employee she had met a while ago and whose name she had forgotten. She could give a good description of the woman. The switchboard told her that it sounded like Susanne Linder,