Girl Who Played with Fire, The - Stieg Larsson [134]
“Then she’ll appreciate the cuffs I’ve got ready for her,” Faste said.
Modig groaned.
“Go on,” Bublanski said to Andersson.
“We got a tip that Miriam Wu was seen at Kvarnen kissing a girl who matched Salander’s description. That was about two weeks ago. The informant claimed that he knows who Salander is and has run into her there before, although he hadn’t seen her in the past year. I haven’t had time to double-check with the staff, but I’ll do it this afternoon.”
“In her casebook at social welfare it doesn’t mention a thing about her being a lesbian. A number of times in her teens she ran away from her foster families and picked up men in bars. She was noticed by the police several times in the company of older men.”
“Which doesn’t mean shit if she was a whore,” Faste said.
“What do we know about people she knows? Curt?”
“Hardly anything. She hasn’t had a run-in with the police since she was eighteen. She knows Dragan Armansky and Mikael Blomkvist, we know that much. And she knows Miriam Wu, of course. The same source that tipped us off about her and Wu at Kvarnen says that she used to hang out with a bunch of girls there a while back. Some kind of girl band called Evil Fingers.”
“Evil Fingers?” Bublanski repeated.
“Seems to be something occult.”
“Don’t tell me Salander is some damned Satanist too,” Bublanski said. “The media are going to go nuts.”
“Lesbian Satanists,” Faste said helpfully.
“Hans, you’ve got a view of women from the Middle Ages,” Modig said. “Even I’ve heard of Evil Fingers.”
“You have?” Bublanski said.
“It was a girl rock band in the late nineties. No superstars, but they were pretty famous for a while.”
“So, hard-rocking lesbian Satanists,” Faste said.
“OK, enough goofing around,” Bublanski said. “Hans, you and Curt check out who was in Evil Fingers and talk to them. Does Salander have any other friends?”
“Not many, other than her former guardian, Holger Palmgren. He’s in long-term care now after a stroke and is apparently unwell. To be honest, I can’t say that I found any circle of friends, though we haven’t seen her address book. For that matter, we still don’t know where she lives.”
“Nobody can go around without leaving traces, like some kind of ghost. What do we think about Mikael Blomkvist?”
“We haven’t had him under direct surveillance, but we’ve checked in with him off and on over the holiday,” Faste said. “On the chance that Salander might pop up, that is. He went home after work on Thursday and doesn’t seem to have left his apartment all weekend.”
“I can’t see him having anything to do with the murders,” Modig said. “His story holds up, and he can account for every minute of that night.”
“But he does know Salander. He’s the link between her and the couple in Enskede. And besides, we have his statement that a man attacked Salander a week before the murders took place. What are we supposed to make of that?” Bublanski said.
“Other than the fact that Blomkvist was the only witness to the attack?” Faste said.
“You think Blomkvist is imagining things or lying?”
“Don’t know. But it sounds to me like a bullshit story. How come a full-grown man couldn’t take care of a tiny girl who weighs less than ninety pounds?”
“Why would Blomkvist lie?”
“To muddle our thinking about Salander?”
“But none of this really adds up. Blomkvist’s hypothesis is that his friends were killed because of the book that Svensson was writing.”
“Bullshit,” Faste said. “It’s Salander. Why would anybody murder their guardian to shut Dag Svensson up? And who else could it be … a policeman?”
“If Blomkvist goes public with his hypothesis, we’re going to see a hell of a lot of police conspiracy theories,” said Andersson.
Everyone at the table murmured agreement.
“All right,” Modig said. “Why did she shoot Bjurman?”
“And what does the tattoo mean?” Bublanski said, pointing at a photograph of Bjurman’s lower abdomen.
I AM A SADISTIC PIG, A PERVERT, AND A RAPIST.
“What does the