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at16：03hetookhiscoffeecupouttothegarden。hehadafolderwithhi；whichhestudied。headethreebrieftelephonecallsduringthehourhespentoutinthegarden。thethreecallscorrespondedexactlytocallsshehadnotanswered。
at17：21blokvistleftthecottage。hewasbacklessthanfifteeninuteslater。
at18：20hewenttothegateandlookedinthedirectionofthebridge。
at21：03hewentout。hehadnoteback。
salanderfast…forwardedthroughthepicturesfrotheotherpc；whichphotographedthegateandtheroadoutsidethefrontdoor。shecouldseewhohadgonepastduringtheday。
at19：12nilssoncaehoe。
at19：42thesaabthatbelongedto？sterg？rdendrovetowardshedestad。
at20：02thesaabwasonitswayback。
at21：00martinvanger’scarwentby。threeinuteslaterblokvistleftthehouse。
at21：50；martinvangerappearedinthecaera’sviewfinder。hestoodatthegateforoverainute；lookingatthehouse；thenpeeringthroughthekitchenwindow。hewentuptotheporchandtriedthedoor；takingoutakey。heusthavediscoveredthattheyhadputinanewlock。hestoodstillforaoentbeforeheturnedonhisheelandleftthehouse。
salanderfeltanice…coldfearinhergut。
martinvangeronceagainleftblokvistalone。hewasstillinhisunfortablepositionwithhishandsbehindhisbackandhisneckfastenedbyathinchaintoaneyeletinthefloor。hefiddledwiththehandcuffs；butheknewthathewouldnotbeabletogettheoff。thecuffsweresotightthathishandswerenub。
hehadnochance。heshuthiseyes。
hedidnotknowhowuchtiehadpassedwhenheheardmartin’sfootstepsagain。heappearedinblokvist’sfieldofvision。helookedworried。
“unfortable？”hesaid。
“very；”saidblokvist。
“you’veonlygotyourselftoblae。youshouldhavegonebacktostockhol。”
“whydoyoukill；martin？”
“it’sachoicethatiade。icoulddiscusstheoralandintellectualaspectsofwhatido；wecouldtalkallnight；butitwouldn’tchangeanything。trytolookatitthisway：ahuanbeingisashelladeofskinkeepingthecells；blood；andcheicalponentsinplace。veryfewendupinthehistorys。mostpeoplesuubanddisappearwithoutatrace。”
“youkillwoen。”
“thoseofuswhourderforpleasure—i’nottheonlyonewiththishobby—weliveapletelife。”
“butwhyharriet？yourownsister？”
inasecondmartingrabbedhibythehair。
“whathappenedtoher；youlittlebastard？telle。”
“whatdoyouean？”blokvistgasped。hetriedtoturnhisheadtolessenthepaininhisscalp。thechaintightenedroundhisneck。
“youandsalander。whathaveyoueupwith？”
“letgo；forheaven’ssake。we’retalking。”
martinvangerletgoofhishairandsatcross…leggedinfrontofblokvist。hetookaknifefrohisjacketandopenedit。hesetthepointagainsttheskinjustbelowblokvist’seye。blokvistforcedhiselftoeetmartin’sgaze。
“whatthehellhappenedtoher；bastard？”
“idon’tunderstand。ithoughtyoukilledher。”
martinvangerstaredatblokvistforalongoent。thenherelaxed。hegotupandwanderedaroundtheroo；thinking。hethrewtheknifeonthefloorandlaughedbeforehecaebacktofaceblokvist。
“harriet；harriet；alwaysharriet。wetried…totalktoher。gottfriedtriedtoteachher。wethoughtthatshewasoneofusandthatshewouldaeptherduty；butshewasjustanordinary…cunt。ihadherundercontrol；orsoithought；butshewasplanningtotellhenrik；andirealisedthaticouldn’ttrusther。soonerorlatershewasgoingtotellsoeoneaboute。”
“youkilledher。”
“iwantedtokillher。ithoughtaboutit；butiarrivedtoolate。icouldn’tgetovertotheisland。”
blokvist’sbrainwaswithdifficultytryingtoabsorbthisration；butitfeltasifaessagehadpoppedupwiththewordsrmationoverload。martinvangerdidnotknohathadhappenedtohissister。
allofasuddenmartinpulledhisobiletelephoneoutofhispocket；glancedatthedisplay；andputitonthechairnexttothepistol。
“it’stieto. comallthis。ihavetodisposeofyouranorexicbitchtonighttoo。”
hetookoutanarrowleatherstrapfroacupboardandslippeditaroundblokvist’sneck；likeanoose。heloosenedthechainthatheldhishackledtothefloor；hauledhitohisfeet；andshovedhitowardsthewall。heslippedtheleatherstrapthroughaloopaboveblokvist’sheadandthentighteneditsothathewasforcedtostandontiptoes。
“isthattootight？canyoubreathe？”helooseneditanotchandlockedtheotherendofthestrapinplace；furtherdownthewall。“idon’twantyoutosuffocateallatonce。”
thenoosewascuttingsohardintoblokvist’sthroatthathewasincapableofutteringaword。martinlookedathiattentively。
abruptlyheunzippedblokvist’strousersandtuggedthedown；alongwithhisboxershorts。ashepulledtheoff；blokvistlosthisfootholdanddangledforasecondfrothenoosebeforehistoesagainadecontactwiththefloor。martinwentovertoacupboardandtookoutapairofscissors。hecutoffblokvist’st…shirtandtossedthebitsonthefloor。thenhetookupapositionsoedistanceawayfromikaelandregardedhisvicti。
“i’veneverhadaboyinhere；”martinsaidinaseriousvoice。“i’venevertouchedanotheran；asaatteroffact…exceptforyfather。thatwasyduty。”
blokvist’stepleswerepounding。hecouldnotputhisweightonhisfeetwithoutbeingstrangled。hetriedtousehisfingerstogetagripontheconcretewallbehindhi；buttherewasnothingtoholdonto。
“it’stie；”martinvangersaid。
heputhishandonthestrapandpulleddown。blokvistinstantlyfeltthenoosecuttingintohisneck。
“i’vealwayswonderedhowaantastes。”
heincreasedthepressureonthenooseandleanedforwardtokissblokvistonthelipsatthesaetiethatacoldvoicecutthroughtheroo。
“hey；youfuckingcreep；inthisshitholei’vegotaonopolyonthatone。”
blokvistheardsalander’svoicethrougharedfog。heanagedtofocushiseyesenoughtoseeherstandinginthedoorway。shewaslookingatmartinvangerwithoutexpression。
“no…run；”hecroaked。
hecouldnotseethelookonmartin’sface；buthecouldalostphysicallyfeeltheshockwhenheturnedaround。forasecond；tiestoodstill。thenmartinreachedforthepistolhehadleftonthechair。
salandertookthreeswiftstridesforwardandswungagolfclubshehadhiddenatherside。theironflewinawidearcandhitmartinonthecollarbonenearhisshoulder。theblowhadaterribleforce；andblokvistheardsoethingsnap。martinhowled。
“doyoulikepain；creep？”salandersaid。
hervoicewasasroughassandpaper。aslongasblokvistlived；hewouldneverfetherfaceasshewentontheattack。herteethwerebaredlikeabeastofprey。hereyeswereglittering；blackascoal。sheovedwiththelightningspeedofatarantulaandseeedtotallyfocusedonherpreyassheswungtheclubagain；strikingmartinintheribs。
hestubledoverthechairandfell。thepistoltubledtotheflooratsalander’sfeet。shekickeditaway。
thenshestruckforthethirdtie；justasmartinvangerwastryingtogettohisfeet。shehithiwithaloudsackonthehip。ahorriblecryissuedfromartin’sthroat。thefourthblowstruckhifrobehind；betweentheshoulderblades。
“lis…uuth…”blokvistgasped。
hewasabou. comassout；andthepaininhistepleswasalostunbearable。
sheturnedtohiandsawthathisfacewasthecolourofatoato；hiseyeswereopenwide；andhistonguewaspoppingoutofhisouth。
shelookedaboutherandsawtheknifeonthefloor。thenshesparedaglanceatmartinvanger；whowastryingtocrawlawayfroher；onearhanging。hewouldnotbeakinganytroubleforthenextfewseconds。sheletgoofthegolfclubandpickeduptheknife。ithadasharppointbutadulledge。shestoodonhertoesandfranticallysawedattheleatherstraptogetitoff。ittookseveralsecondsbeforeblokvistsanktothefloor。butthenoosewaspulledtighterroundhisneck。
salanderlookedagainatmartinvanger。hewasonhisfeetbutdoubledover。shetriedtodigherfingersunderthenoose。atfirstshedidnotdarecutit；butfinallysheslippedthepointoftheknifeunderneath；scoringblokvist’sneckasshetriedtoexpandthenoose。atlastitloosenedandblokvisttookseveralshaky；wheezingbreaths。
foraoentblokvisthadasensationofhisbodyandsouluniting。hehadperfectvisionandcouldakeouteveryspeckofdustintheroo。hehadperfecthearingandregisteredeverybreath；everyrustleofclothing；asiftheywereenteringhisearsthroughaheadset；andhewasawareoftheodourofsalander’ssweatandthesellofleatherfroherjacket。thentheillusionburstasbloodbeganstreaingtohishead。
salanderturnedherheadjustasmartinvangerdisappearedoutthedoor。shegotup；grabbedthepistol；checkedtheagazineandflickedoffthesafety。shelookedaroundandfocusedonthekeystothehandcuffs；whichlayinplainsightonthetable。
“i’goingtotakehi；”shesaid；runningforthedoor。shegrabbedthekeysasshepasse
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dthetableandtossedthebackhandedtothefloornexttoblokvist。
hetriedtoshouttohertowait；butheanagedonlyaraspingsoundandbythenshehadvanished。
salanderhadnotfottenthatmartinvangerhadariflesoewhere；andshe. comped；holdingthepistolreadytofireinfrontofher；asshecaeupstairstothepassagewaybetweenthegarageandthekitchen。shelistened；butshecouldhearnosoundtellingherwhereherpreywas。sheovedstealthilytowardsthekitchen；andshewasalosttherewhensheheardacarstartingupinthecourtyard。
frothedriveshesawapairoftaillightspassinghenrikvanger’shouseandturningdowntothebridge；andsheranasfastasherlegscouldcarryher。shestuffedthepistolinherjacketpocketanddidnotbotherwiththeheletasshestartedherotorcycle。secondslatershewascrossingthebridge。
hehadaybeaniy…secondstartwhenshecaeintotheroundaboutattheentrancetothee4。shecouldnotseehiscar。shebrakedandturnedofftheotortolisten。
theskywasfilledwithheavyclouds。onthehorizonshesawahintofthedawn。thensheheardthesoundofanengineandcaughtaglipseoftaillightsonthee4；goingsouth。salanderkickedtheotorcycle；putitintogear；andracedundertheviaduct。shewasdoing40ilesperhourasshetookthecurveoftheentrancerap。shesawnotrafficandaeleratedtofullspeedandflewforward。whentheroadbegantocurvealongaridge；shewasdoing90ph；whichwasaboutthefastesthersouped…uplightweightbikecouldanagegoingdownhill。aftertwoinutesshesawthelightsabout650yardsahead。
analyseconsequences。whatdoidonow？
shedeceleratedtoaorereasonableseventy…fiveandkeptpacewithhi。shelostsightofhiforseveralsecondswhentheytookseveralbends。thentheycaeontoalongstraight；shewasonlytwohundredyardsbehindhi。
heusthaveseentheheadlightfroherotorcycle；andhespedupwhentheytookalongcurve。sheaeleratedagainbutlostgroundonthebends。
shesawtheheadlightsofatruckapproaching。martinvangerdidtoo。heincreasedhisspeedagainanddrovestraightintotheoninglane。salandersawthetruckswerveandflashitslights；butthecollisionwasunavoidable。martinvangerdrovestraightintothetruckandthesoundofthecrashwasterrible。
salanderbraked。shesawthetrailerstarttojackknifeacrossherlane。atthespeedshewasgoing；ittooktwosecondsforhertocoverthedistanceuptotheaidentsite。sheaeleratedandsteeredontothehardshoulder；avoidingthehurtlingbackofthetruckbytwoyardsassheflewpast。outofthecornerofhereyeshesawflaesingfrothefrontofthetruck。
sherodeon；brakingandthinking；foranother150yardsbeforeshe. compedandturnedaround。shesawthedriverofthetruckcliboutofhiscabonthepassengerside。thensheaeleratedagain。at？kerby；aboutailesouth；sheturnedleftandtooktheoldroadbacknorth；paralleltothee4。shewentupahillpastthesceneofthecrash。twocarshad. comped。bigflaeswereboilingoutofthewreckageofmartin’scar；whichwaswedgedunderneaththetruck。aanwassprayingtheflaeswithasallfireextinguisher。
shewassoonrollingacrossthebridgeatalowspeed。sheparkedoutsidethecottageandwalkedbacktomartinvanger’shouse。
mikaelwasstillfublingwiththehandcuffs。hishandsweresonubthathecouldnotgetagriponthekey。salanderunlockedthecuffsforhiandheldhitightasthebloodbegantocirculateinhishandsagain。
“martin？”hesaidinahoarsevoice。
“dead。hedroveslapintothefrontofatruckacoupleofilessouthonthee4。”
blokviststaredather。shehadonlybeengoneafewinutes。
“wehaveto…callthepolice；”hewhispered。hebegancoughinghard。
“why？”salandersaid。
forteninutesblokvistwasincapableofstandingup。hewasstillonthefloor；naked；leaningagainstthewall。heassagedhisneckandliftedthewaterbottlewithclusyfingers。salanderwaitedpatientlyuntilhissenseoftouchstartedtoreturn。shespentthetiethinking。
“putyourtrouserson。”
sheusedblokvist’scut…upt…shirttowipefingerprintsfrothehandcuffs；theknife；andthegolfclub。shepickedupherpetbottle。
“whatareyoudoing？”
“getdressedandhurryup。it’sgettinglightoutside。”
blokviststoodonshakylegsandanage. comullonhisboxersandjeans。heslippedonhistrainers。salanderstuffedhissocksintoherjacketpocketandthen. compedhi。
“whatexactlydidyoutouchdownhere？”
blokvistlookedaround。hetriedtoreeber。atlasthesaidthathehadtouchednothingexceptthedoorandthekeys。salanderfoundthekeysinmartinvanger’sjacket；whichhehadhungoverthechair。shewipedthedoorhandleandtheswitchandturnedoffthelight。shehelpedblokvistupthebaseentstairsandtoldhitowaitinthepassagewaywhilesheputthegolfclubbackinitsproperplace。whenshecaebackshewascarryingadarkt…shirtthatbelongedtomartinvanger。
“putthison。idon’twantanyooseeyouscaperingaboutwithabarechesttonight。”
blokvistrealisedthathewasinastateofshock。salanderhadtakencharge；andpassivelyheobeyedherinstructions。sheledhioutofmartin’shouse。sheheldontohithewholetie。assoonastheysteppedinsidethecottage；she. compedhi。
“ifanyoneseesusandaskswhatweweredoingoutsidetonight；youandiwentouttothepointforanighttiewalk；andwehadsexoutthere。”
“lisbeth；ican’t…”
“getintheshower。now。”
shehelpedhioffwithhisclothesandpropelledhitothebathroo。thensheputonwaterforcoffeeandadehalfadozenthicksandwichesonryebreadwithcheeseandliversausageanddillpickles。shesatdownatthekitchentableandwasthinkinghardwhenhecaelipingbackintotheroo。shestudiedthebruisesandscrapesonhisbody。thenoosehadbeensotightthathehadadarkredarkaroundhisneck；andtheknifehadadeabloodygashinhisskinontheleftside。
“getintobed；”shesaid。
sheiprovisedbandagesandcoveredthewoundwithaakeshiftpress。thenshepouredthecoffeeandhandedhiasandwich。
“i’reallynothungry；”hesaid。
“idon’tgiveadanifyou’rehungry。justeat；”salanderanded；takingabigbiteofherowncheesesandwich。
blokvistclosedhiseyesforaoent；thenhesatupandtookabite。histhroathurtsouchthathecouldscarcelyswallow。
salandertookoffherleatherjacketandfrothebathroobroughtajaroftigerbalfroherspongebag。
“letthecoffeecoolforawhile。liefacedown。”
shespentfiveinutesassaginghisbackandrubbinghiwiththelinient。thensheturnedhioverandgavehithesaetreatentonthefront。
“you’regoingtohavesoeseriousbruisesforawhile。”
“lisbeth；wehavetocallthepolice。”
“no；”sherepliedwithsuchveheencethatblokvi. comenedhiseyesinsurprise。“ifyoucallthepolice；i’leaving。idon’twanttohaveanythingtodowiththe。martinvangerisdead。hediedinacaraident。hewasaloneinthecar。therearewitnesses。letthepoliceorsoeoneelsediscoverthatfuckingtorturechaber。youandiarejustasignorantaboutitsexistenceaseveryoneelseinthisvillage。”
“why？”
sheignoredhiandstartedassaginghisachingthighs。
“lisbeth；wecan’tjust…”
“ifyougoonnagging；i’lldragyoubacktomartin’sgrottoandchainyouupagain。”
asshesaidthis；blokvistfellasleep；assuddenlyasifhehadfainted。
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blokvistwokewithastartat5：00intheorning；scrabblingathisnecktogetridofthenoose。salandercaeinandtookholdofhishands；keepinghistill。heopenedhiseyesandlookedatherblearily。
“ididn’tknowthatyouplayedgolf；”hesaid；closinghiseyesagain。shesatwithhiforacoupleofinutesuntilshewassurehewasasleep。whileheslept；salanderhadgonebacktomartinvanger’sbaseenttoexaineandphotographthecriescene。inadditiontothetortureinstruents；shehadfoundacollectionofviolentpornographicagazinesandalargenuberofpolaroidphotographspastedintoalbus。
therewasnodiary。ontheotherhand；shedidfindtwoa4binderswithpassportphotographsandhandwrittennotesaboutthewoen。sheputthebindersinanylonbagalongwithmarti