Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest, The - Stieg Larsson [211]
When she finished it was proposed, as she had anticipated, that they try to find another solution. Berger told them that S.M.P. was going to run the story the next day. She also told them that this would be her last day of work and that her decision was final.
She got the board to approve two decisions and enter them in the minutes. Magnus Borgsjö would be asked to vacate his position as chairman, effective immediately, and Anders Holm would be appointed acting editor-in-chief. Then she excused herself and left the board members to discuss the situation among themselves.
At 2.00 she went down to the personnel department and had a contract drawn up. Then she went to speak to Sebastian Strandlund, the culture editor, and the reporter Eva Karlsson.
“As far as I can tell, you consider Eva to be a talented reporter.”
“That’s true,” said Strandlund.
“And in your budget requests over the past two years you’ve asked that your staff be increased by at least two.”
“Correct.”
“Eva, in view of the email to which you were subjected, there might be ugly rumours if I were to hire you full-time. But are you still interested?”
“Of course.”
“In that case my last act here at S.M.P. will be to sign this employment contract.”
“Your last act?”
“It’s a long story. I’m leaving today. Could you two be so kind as to keep quiet about it for an hour or so?”
“What …”
“There’ll be a memo coming around soon.”
Berger signed the contract and pushed it across the desk towards Karlsson.
“Good luck,” she said, smiling.
“The older man who participated in the meeting with Ekström on Saturday is Georg Nyström, a police superintendent,” Figuerola said as she put the surveillance photographs from Modig’s mobile on Edklinth’s desk.
“Superintendent,” Edklinth muttered.
“Stefan identified him last night. He went to the apartment on Artillerigatan.”
“What do we know about him?”
“He comes from the regular police and has worked for S.I.S. since 1983. Since 1996 he’s been serving as an investigator with his own area of responsibility. He does internal checks and examines cases that S.I.S. has completed.”
“O.K.”
“Since Saturday morning six persons of interest have been to the building. Besides Sandberg and Nyström, Clinton is definitely operating from there. This morning he was taken by ambulance to have dialysis.”
“Who are the other three?”
“A man named Otto Hallberg. He was in S.I.S. in the ’80s but he’s actually connected to the Defence General Staff. He works for the navy and the military intelligence service.”
“I see. Why am I not surprised?”
Figuerola laid down one more photograph. “This man we haven’t identified yet. He went to lunch with Hallberg. We’ll have to see if we can get a better picture when he goes home tonight. But the most interesting one is this man.” She laid another photograph on the desk.
“I recognize him,” Edklinth said.
“His name is Wadensjöö.”
“Precisely. He worked on the terrorist detail around fifteen years ago. A desk man. He was one of the candidates for the post of top boss here at the Firm. I don’t know what became of him.”
“He resigned in 1991. Guess who he had lunch with an hour or so ago.”
She put her last photograph on the desk.
“Chief of Secretariat Shenke and Chief of Budget Gustav Atterbom. I want to have surveillance on these gentlemen around the clock. I want to know exactly who they meet.”
“That’s not practical,” Edklinth said. “I have only four men available.”
Edklinth pinched his lower lip as he thought. Then he looked up at Figuerola.
“We need more people,” he said. “Do you think you could reach Inspector Bublanski discreetly and ask him if he might like to have dinner with me today? Around 7.00, say?”
Edklinth then reached for his telephone and dialled a number from memory.
“Hello, Armansky. It’s Edklinth. Might I reciprocate for that wonderful