Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest, The - Stieg Larsson [265]
Modig got Salander away from police headquarters by very simply taking her and Giannini down to the garage and driving them to Giannini’s office on Kungholm’s Kyrkoplan. There they switched to Giannini’s car. When Modig had driven away, Giannini headed for Södermalm. As they passed the parliament building she broke the silence.
“Where to?” she said.
Salander thought for a few seconds.
“You can drop me somewhere on Lundagatan.”
“Miriam isn’t there.”
Salander looked at her.
“She went to France quite soon after she came out of hospital. She’s staying with her parents if you want to get hold of her.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You never asked. She said she needed some space. This morning Mikael gave me these and said you’d probably like to have them back.”
She handed her a set of keys. Salander took it and said: “Thanks. Could you drop me somewhere on Folkungagatan instead?”
“You don’t even want to tell me where you live?”
“Later. Right now I want to be left in peace.”
“O.K.”
Giannini had switched on her mobile when they left police headquarters. It started beeping as they were passing Slussen. She looked at the display.
“It’s Mikael. He’s called every ten minutes for the past couple of hours.”
“I don’t want to talk to him.”
“Tell me … Could I ask you a personal question?”
“Yes.”
“What did Mikael do to you that you hate him so much? I mean, if it weren’t for him, you’d probably be back on a secure ward tonight.”
“I don’t hate Mikael. He hasn’t done anything to me. I just don’t want to see him right now.”
Giannini glanced across at her client. “I don’t mean to pry, but you fell for him, didn’t you?”
Salander looked out of the window and did not answer.
“My brother is completely irresponsible when it comes to relationships. He screws his way through life and doesn’t seem to grasp how much it can hurt those women who think of him as more than a casual affair.”
Salander met her gaze. “I don’t want to discuss Mikael with you.”
“Right,” Giannini said. She pulled into the kerb just before the junction with Erstagatan. “Is this O.K.?”
“Yes.”
They sat in silence for a moment. Salander made no move to open the door. Then Giannini turned off the engine.
“What happens now?” Salander said at last.
“What happens now is that as from today you are no longer under guardianship. You can live your life however you want. Even though we won in the district court, there’s still a whole mass of red tape to get through. There will be reports on accountability within the guardianship agency and the question of compensation and things like that. And the criminal investigation will continue.”
“I don’t want any compensation. I want to be left in peace.”
“I understand. But what you want won’t play much of a role here. This process is beyond your control. I suggest that you get yourself a lawyer to represent you.”
“Don’t you want to go on being my lawyer?”
Giannini rubbed her eyes. After all the stress of the day she felt utterly drained. She wanted to go home and have a shower. She wanted her husband to massage her back.
“I don’t know. You don’t trust me. And I don’t trust you. I have no desire to be drawn into a long process during which I encounter nothing but frustrating silence when I make a suggestion or want to discuss something.”
Salander said nothing for a long moment. “I … I’m not good at relationships. But I do trust you.”
It sounded almost like an apology.
“That may be. And it needn’t be my problem if you’re bad at relationships. But it does become my problem if I have to represent you.”
Silence.
“Would you want me to go on being your lawyer?”
Salander nodded. Giannini sighed.
“I live at Fiskargatan 9. Above Mosebacke Torg. Could you drive me there?”
Giannini looked at her client and then she started the engine. She let Salander direct her to the address. They stopped short of the building.
“O.K.,” Giannini said. “We’ll give it a try. Here are my conditions. I agree to represent you. When I need to get hold of you I want you to answer. When