Chapter 20 Chapter Twenty

Blomkvist spent twenty-five minutes changing trains in different directions in the subway.He ended up getting off the bus at Slussen, hopped on the Catalina elevator to Moserback, and made a detour to Nine Fiskar Street.He bought bread, milk, and cheese at the minimart next to the county council, put them in the refrigerator directly after entering the house, and then turned on Salander's computer. After thinking about it, he also turned on the Ericsson Tl0, and ignored it as his usual mobile phone. Now he didn't want to talk to anyone who had nothing to do with Zaraqianke's story.He found six missed calls in the past twenty-four hours: three for Kertesz, two for Marlene, and one for Erica.

Call Kertesz first. He is in a cafe in Vaasa City. There is nothing urgent to find him, but there are a few details that need to be discussed. Marlene came to him, according to her, just to keep in touch. Then call Erica, the line is busy. He logged on to Yahoo's "Stupid Table" social networking site and saw the final version of Salander's autobiographical article.He smiled and started reading the document immediately after printing it out. After Blomkvist printed out the 220-page manuscript, he turned off the computer and sat down at Salander's dining table with his editor's pencil.

The article is very good, but there is still a big hole.How can he find the rest of the "group"?Marlene may be right: this is probably an impossible task.Time is running out. Salander cursed a few times in frustration, and knocked on the plague again, but he didn't respond.Look at the clock again, it's half past two. She sat on the edge of the bed, followed by Kertesz, then Marlene.On Saturday, no one goes to work.Two thirty-two. Then she tried to contact Erica, but failed.I called her home, damn it.Two thirty-three. She should be able to text Blomkvist...but the phone is tapped.She tugged at her lips.

In the end, I had to ring the bell to call the nurse. At two thirty-five she heard the lock being unlocked, and Nurse Agneta poked her head in to see her. "Hello, are you okay?" "Is Dr. Jonathan there?" "Do you feel sick?" "I'm fine, but I need to talk to him, if possible." "I saw him just now. What's the matter?" "I just have something to say to him." Agneta frowned.Salander rarely rang for the nurse unless she had a terrible headache or something equally serious.She never bothered them, never asked to see a particular physician.But Agneta found that Dr. Jonathan spent a lot of time with this seemingly isolated patient who was arrested by the police.Maybe that's how he established some kind of good relationship with her.

"I'll go see if he's free." Agneta said softly, and closed the door and locked it.It was two thirty-six, and then the clock ticked to two thirty-seven. Salander got up from the bed and went to the window.Keep your eyes on the clock all the time.Two thirty-nine.Two forty. At two forty-four she heard footsteps in the corridor, and then the clatter of the guard's keychain.Jonathan glanced at her curiously, seeing her despair and stopped immediately. "Did something happen?" "It's happening now. Do you have a cell phone with you?" "what?"

"Mobile, I have to make a call." Jonathan turned to look at the door. "Jonathan... I need a cell phone. Soon!" As soon as he heard her desperate tone, he immediately took out his Motorola from his inner pocket and handed it to her.Salander snatched it up.Can't call Blomkvist because he didn't give her Ericsson's Tl0 number.He didn't even think about it, because it never occurred to him that she would be able to call him from the isolation room.She hesitated for only a tenth of a second before dialing Erica's number.Three beeps and it's connected.

Erica was driving her BMW back to Salt Lake Beach, about half a mile from home, when the phone rang. "Erica." "I'm Salander, no time to explain. Do you have the number for Michael's other phone? The one that wasn't tapped?" "Have." Salander had already frightened her once today. "Call him right now! Tyler Pollyan and Jonas have an appointment at three o'clock on the Central Station patio." "what……" "Call fast. Tyler Pollyan. Jonas. Grand Central Patio. Three o'clock. Fifteen minutes." Salander snapped the phone off, lest Erica waste precious time with unnecessary questions.

Erica pulled over to the side of the road.He took out the phone book from his bag and found the number Blomkvist had given her the night he asked her to meet at Samir's Cauldron. Kertesz ran out of the academic bookstore like a madman, crossed Svea Street from the Reverend Samuel Viaduct directly to Clara Nora, then turned onto the Clarabell Viaduct and crossed Vasa Street.Speeding across Clarabel Street, passing between a bus and two cars, one of the drivers angrily hammered the windshield, and finally crashed into the center just as the station clock struck three o'clock. Station gate.

He ran down the escalator three steps at a time to the ticket hall, and ran past the Pocket Bookstore before slowing down so as not to attract attention.He watched carefully everyone who stood near or passed by the patio. No Tyler Polian was seen, nor was the person Crist photographed outside Copa's that they thought was Jonas.Kertesz looked at the clock again, it was three past one.He was panting like a cow, as if he had just run a marathon. He took the opportunity to walk quickly across the hall to Vassar Street outside the door, stopping and looking around, checking every face in sight, not Tyler Pollyan.No Jonas.

He went back to the station.Three past three.The patio area was almost empty. Then he looked up, just in time to catch a glimpse of Tyler Pollyan, with his wild hair and goatee, coming out of the convenience store on the other side of the ticket hall.A second later, the man in Crist's photo appeared next to Tyler Polian.Jonas.They walked through the central hall and by the north gate onto Vasa Street. Kertes let out a sigh of relief. After wiping the sweat off his eyebrows with the back of his hand, he began to follow the two. The Blomkvist taxi arrived at Central Station at 3:07.He walked quickly into the ticket hall, but he didn't see Tyler Pollyan or anyone who looked like Jonas, and he didn't see Kertesz.

Just as he was about to call Kertesz, the phone rang. "I found them. They are now sitting in the bar 'Tre Remmare' on Vaasa Street, next to the stairs leading to the Akara metro line." "Thanks, Kertesz, where are you?" "I'm at the bar, drinking an afternoon beer. I deserve a reward." "Great. They recognize my face, so I won't go. I don't think you'll have a chance to hear their conversation." "Totally hopeless. All I can see is Jonas's back, and that goddam therapist doesn't even open his mouth when he's talking, can't even see his lips move." "Understood." "But we have a problem." "what?" "Jonas put his wallet and phone on the table, and the car keys on top of the wallet." "Okay, I'll take care of it." When the theme song from Once Upon a Time in the West played on her cell phone, Figueraura had to put down her book about ancient gods, which seemed like she would never finish reading it. "Hi, I'm Michael. What are you doing?" "Sitting at home sorting out photos of ex-flavors. Shame on me for being dumped earlier today." "Is your car around here?" "Parked outside as far as I know." "Very well, do you want to come to the city this afternoon?" "I don't really think so, what's the matter?" "There is a psychiatrist named Tyler Pollyan drinking beer with a special agent code-named Jonas on Vassar Street. Since I want to cooperate with you East German secret police bureaucracy, I think you should be interested in following along .” Figuelaura was already up to get the car keys. "Aren't you joking?" "Of course not. And Jonas' car keys are on the table in front of him." "I'll be right there." Marlene didn't answer the phone, but Blomkvist was lucky enough to find Rota, who was shopping for her husband's birthday present at Orens.He asked her to rush to the bar to support Kertesz, which was considered overtime.Then call Kertesz. "Here's the plan. I'll have my car in five minutes and it'll be parked on Gavasgatan down from the bar. Rota will be there to support you in a few minutes." "it is good." "When they leave the bar, you follow Jonas and keep me on your phone. Let us know as soon as you see him heading for the car. Rota will follow Tyler Polian. If we don't make it in time, we will Note down his license plate number." "OK." She outlined the situation with the poisonous pen. Salander thought for a second. After she gave him the code to enter the editorial room of the Swedish Morgan Post, she logged out of ICQ. Kertesz didn't call until twenty past four. "They seem to be leaving." "We are ready." silence. "They parted outside the bar and Jonas went north. Tyler Polian went south with Rota right behind him." Blomkvist held up a finger and pointed at Jonas who flashed past them on Vassar Street.Figolaura nodded slightly and started the engine.A few seconds later, Blomkvist saw Kertesz too. "He's going across Vassar Street, toward King Street," Kertesz said on his phone. "Keep your distance and don't let him find you." "Don't worry, there are many people on the road." silence. "He turned onto King Street and headed north." "North on King Street," said Blomkvist. After changing gears, Figuelaura went up Vaasa Street and was blocked by a red light. "Where is he now?" Blomkvist asked after they turned onto King Street. "Opposite the PUB department store, he's walking fast. Oh, now turn north on Tottling Street." "Turn north on Tottling Street," said Blomkvist. "Okay," Figolaura said, then turned left illegally onto Clara Nora, headed towards Via Olof Palme, turned the corner and stopped outside the building of the Industrial Technical and Clerical Employees Union.Jonas turned right after crossing Via Olof Palme towards Via Via.Kertesz remained across the street. "He's heading east..." "We saw both of you." "He's turning into Dutchman Street. Hey... car, red Audi." "Car," Blomkvist said, writing down the number Kertesz had read him. "Which way is he going?" Figuelaura asked. "Go south," Kertesz reported back. "He'll turn onto the Orlof Palme Road ahead of you...right now." Figuelaura had set off and passed the Rue Tottling.She signaled to stop several pedestrians who were trying to run a red light. "Thank you, Kertesz. We'll take over later." Red Audi turn south on Svea Road.While stalking, Figuolaura turned on the phone with his left hand and pressed a number. "Can you help me find the owner of a red Audi?" She said the number in one breath. "Jonas Sandberg, born in 1971. What did you say? Chista, Hersinger Street. Thank you." Blomkvist wrote the message down. They followed the red Audi down Harbor Street to the Croisette, then onto Cannon Road.Jonas parked his car an intersection away from the Military Museum, then walked across the street and walked into the gate of a building from the 1890s. "Interesting." Figuelaura turned to Blomkvist. The building Jonas had entered was across the street from the apartment the Prime Minister had borrowed to meet them privately. "Nice job!" Figuelaura said. At this moment, Rota also called to say that after taking the escalator from Grand Central Station up Clarabell Street, Tyler Polian went to the police headquarters on Kings Island. "To police headquarters at five o'clock on Saturday afternoon?" Figolaura and Blomkvist looked at each other suspiciously.Figolaura thought for a few seconds about this turn of events, then picked up his cell phone and called Criminal Inspector Boblanski. "Hello, I'm Figuelaura of the National Security Service. We met a while ago on Melastran Nord." "What's the matter?" asked Boblanski. "Do you have anyone on duty this weekend?" "Maud," said Boblanski. "I need her to do me a favor, do you know if she is at the headquarters?" "Probably not. The weather is so nice, and it's Saturday afternoon again." "Could you contact her, or anyone from the investigative team, and ask them to come down the hallway of Prosecutor Extron's office ... and see if he's in a meeting at his office right now?" "What kind of meeting?" "Can't go into details right now. I just want to know if he's in a meeting with someone right now, and if so, with whom." "You want me to spy on the prosecutor, and my boss?" Figuelaura raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "yes." "I'll try my best." He hung up after finishing speaking. Maud was closer to Headquarters than Boblanski had imagined.She was having coffee with her husband on the balcony of a friend's house on Vassar Street.The kids were away with their grandparents for the weekend, so the couple decided to do something old-fashioned, like eat out, go to the movies. Boblanski explained the reason for the call. "What excuse do I have for interrupting Extron?" Maud asked. "I promised to give him an update on Niederman yesterday, but I forgot to take the report to his office by the end of the day. It's on my desk." "Okay." Maud said, turning to her husband and friend. "I've got to go to the bureau. I'll drive. I'll be back in an hour with any luck." Her husband sighed.The friend also sighed. "I'm on duty this weekend," Maud explained apologetically. Maud parked the car on Ball Street, took the elevator to Boblanski's office, and took the three-page A4-sized report on the hunt for Niederman, which contained very little content.Not very bright, she thought. She climbed the stairs up one floor and stopped at the door leading to the corridor.On this summer afternoon, the headquarters was almost empty.In fact, she is not tiptoeing, but her steps are very light.She stopped at the door of the closed office of Extron, and suddenly lost her courage when she heard voices inside.She felt like an idiot.Usually, she would knock on the door, open it and go in, saying, "Hi! So you're still there?" Then she walked in easily.But now everything seems wrong. She looks around. Why was Boblanski looking for her?What kind of meeting is this?She glanced across the corridor, facing Extron's office, was a conference room big enough for ten people, and she had listened to several presentations in it.She walked into the conference room and closed the door.The shutters were not drawn, and the glass partition facing the corridor was covered with a curtain.It was very dark inside.She pulled up a chair and sat down, then drew the curtains a crack and looked into the hallway. She felt uneasy.If someone opened the door and asked her what she was doing here, she might have an explanation.She took out her mobile phone and looked at the time displayed on it. It was almost six o'clock.She turned the bell to silent, leaned back in her chair, and watched the door of Extron's office. At seven o'clock, the plague struck Salander online. He passed a URL over. After she logged out, she entered the URL where the plague uploaded all the administrator rights of the Swedish Morgan Post.Start by seeing if Fleming has jobs online.No.So she used his identity to enter the newspaper's mail server, so that she could see all the activities in the email system, even the information that had been deleted from the personal mailbox. She started with Ernst Theodore Bühring, one of the newspaper's evening editors, now forty-three.She opened his mailbox and started to scroll back. It took about two seconds for each message, just enough to know the sender and the approximate content.After a few minutes, she had seen signs of routine emails of daily memos, calendars, and other trivial matters, and started skipping them. She checked the information of the three months one by one, and then skipped the month and only looked at the subject column, and only clicked on the content that caught her attention.She learned that Bi Ling was dating a woman named Sophia, and spoke to her in an uncomfortable tone.But this doesn't seem unusual, because Bi Ling wrote emails to most people in the same tone, whether they were reporters, editors, etc.Still, she found it strange that a man would keep using words like fat pig, stupid, whore, etc. to his girlfriend. After an hour of searching, she closed Billing's mailbox and struck him off the list.Then look at Lars Eryan Volbe, a fifty-one-year-old senior reporter for the legal news line. Aiklint walked into police headquarters at half past seven on Saturday night.Figuelaura and Blomkvist were waiting for him, sitting at the same conference table where Blomkvist had sat the day before. Aiklint secretly reminded himself that he was walking on thin ice. When he allowed Blomkvist to enter this corridor, he had already violated a bunch of regulations, and Figerola had no right to invite him here without authorization.Even the spouses of colleagues were not allowed in the corridors of the NSA, and they had to wait at the top of the stairs to find their spouses.And worst of all, Blomkvist was a reporter.From now on, he can only be allowed to enter and leave the temporary office in the Peace House Square. But outsiders can enter these corridors as long as they are specially invited, such as foreign guests, researchers, scholars, part-time consultants... He lists Blomkvist as a part-time consultant.These boring security categories are actually just words.Someone was always going to decide whether someone should be given special clearance, so Aiklint figured out that if there were criticisms, he would say that he had given Blomkvist permission personally. Of course, this is what to do in case something goes wrong.He sat down and looked at Figuelaura. "How did you know they were going to meet?" "Blomkvist called me around four o'clock," she replied with a satisfied smile. Aiklint turned to Blomkvist. "Then how do you know?" "I got a tip." "Are you doing some kind of stalking on Tyler Pollian?" Figuelaura shook her head. "I thought so too at first," she said cheerfully, as if Blomkvist was not there. "But it's unreasonable. Even if someone were following Tyler Polian for Blomkvist, they wouldn't have known beforehand that he was going to see Jonas." "So... what else? Illegal wiretapping?" Aiklint asked. "I can assure you," Blomkvist said, reminding them that he was there. "I did not illegally wiretap anyone. In fact, illegal wiretapping is the preserve of government authorities." Ai Kelinte frowned and said, "So you're not going to tell us how you got the news?" "I've said I won't. This is the source and I have to protect the source. Why don't we focus on the latest discovery?" "I don't like things hanging in the air," Akelint said. "But all right. What did you find?" "His name was Jonas Sandberg," Figuelaura said. "Trained as a navy frogman and went to police school in the early nineties. Served in Uppsala and Sodertalje." "You're also from Uppsala." "Yes, but there was a gap of about a year between us. He was recruited into the National Security Bureau's anti-interruption unit in 1998, and transferred to a secret post abroad in 2000. According to our information, he worked at the Madrid embassy. , I checked with the embassy, ​​Jonas is not on the personnel list." "It's the same as Mo Tiansen. The form is transferred to a unit that does not exist." "Only the secretary-general can make such an arrangement." "Normally, everything can be dismissed as bureaucratic lapses. We find out because of special attention. If people start asking weird questions, they say it's classified, or say it's with terrorists. related." "There's a lot of budget to check out here." "You mean the budget director?" "Maybe." "What else?" "Jonas lives in Saurentuna, unmarried, but has a child with a teacher in Sodertalje. No bad record, two gun licenses, serious and responsible, no alcohol. The only incongruous But he seems to be an evangelical, and he joined the Word of Life Church in the 90s." "How did you find out?" "I spoke to my former boss in Uppsala and he was very impressed with Jonas." "A Christian frogman with two guns and a child from Sodertalje. Any more?" "It's only been about three hours since we identified him, and you have to admit we've moved pretty fast." "Indeed. What do you know about the building on Cannon Road?" "Not much. Stephen went to the people in the construction management office and got the floor plan of the building. It is a housing association building in the 1890s. It has six floors, twenty-one apartments, and a small building in the atrium. There are eight other apartments in the house. I checked the tenants, but found nothing special. Two of the residents have previous convictions." "who is it?" "Lin Sizhuang on the third floor, sixty-three, committed insurance fraud in the seventies. Welfet, on the fifth floor, forty-seven, has been sentenced twice for beating his ex-wife. The rest seems to be typical Swedish Middle class. But one apartment is suspicious." "Which room?" "It's located on the top of the building, with eleven rooms, obviously like a mansion. The owner is a company called Bellona." "what for?" "God knows. They do market analysis, they have a turnover of about 30 million crowns a year, and they all live abroad." "Aha." "Aha what?" "It's nothing, it's just aha. Let's investigate Bellona further." At this time, Blomkvist only knew that a police officer named Stephen walked in. "Hi, boss." He greeted Aiklint. "This is really cool. I went to check the background of the apartment in Bellona." "The result?" Figuelaura asked. "The Bellona Company was established in the seventies, and they bought the apartment from the previous owner, who owned a large estate, a woman named Christina Seidholm, born in 1917 , her husband Frank, that cannon-type figure who had a dispute with Vigne when the National Security Agency was established." "Very good." Ai Kelinte said: "Very good. Figuelaura, send someone to monitor that apartment 24 hours a day and find out the phone they use. I want to know who is coming in and out, and who is in the car." To that address. Routine work anyway.” Aiklint turned his head to look at Blomkvist, seemingly hesitant to speak.Blomkvist looked at him too, waiting for him to speak. "Are you satisfied with this kind of information exchange?" Aikelint finally said. "Very satisfied. Are you satisfied with your contribution to Millennium?" Ai Kelinte reluctantly nodded. "You know I could get in a lot of trouble for this." "That's not because of me. I will protect the information I get from here as a source, I will report the facts, but I will not say how or where I got the information. Before the report goes to print, I will do a formal interview. You, if you don't want to answer a question, just say 'no comment', or you can also elaborate on your thoughts on the 'special analysis team'. It's up to you." "Okay." Ai Kelin nodded. Blomkvist was delighted.In just a few hours, the members of the "team" were clearly formed, which was a big breakthrough. The meeting in Extron's office lasted for a long time, which made Modi very frustrated. Fortunately, someone left a bottle of mineral water on the meeting table.She sent two text messages to her husband, telling him she couldn't leave and promising to make amends when she got home.But she began to fidget, feeling like a trespasser. The meeting didn't end until half past seven.When the door opened and Fast came out, she was really shocked.Then Dr. Tyler Polian, and after them came an older, grizzled man whom Maody had never seen before.Finally, Prosecutor Extron, who put on his jacket, turned off the lights and locked the door. Moody stuck his phone between the curtains and took two low-resolution photos of the group of people standing outside Extron's office door.After a few seconds, they walked down the corridor together. She held her breath until they were away from the conference room that trapped her.When she heard the sound of the door closing in the stairwell, she was already in a cold sweat, and when she stood up, her feet felt weak. Boblanski called Figuolaura just after eight o'clock. "You said you wanted to know if Extron was in a meeting." "That's right." Figuelaura replied. "The meeting just ended. Dr. Tyler Polian and my former colleague, Inspector Fast, with Extron, and an older gentleman whom we didn't know." "Wait a minute." Figolaura finished speaking, covered the microphone with his hand, and turned to the others: "Tyler Pollyan went directly to Extron." "Hi, are you still there?" "Sorry, can you describe the third person?" "Not only can I describe it, but I can also send you photos." "Photo? Thank you very much." "Just tell me what's going on." "I'll get in touch with you again." They sat around the conference table in silence for a while. "So," said Ai Kelinte at last. "Tyler Polian met with the 'team' and went straight to Prosecutor Extron. I'd put a lot of money on what they talked about." "You might as well just ask me," Blomkvist said. Ai Kelinte and Figuelaura both turned to look at him. "They met to devise a final strategy to convict Salander in court." After glancing at him, Figolaura nodded slowly. "That's just guesswork," Aiklint said, "unless you have superpowers." "Not speculation," Blomkvist said. "They were discussing the psychiatric report on Salander. Tyler Pollyan just finished it." "Nonsense, Salander hasn't even checked yet." Blomkvist shrugged and opened his computer bag. "That's the way it used to be, Tyler Pollyan did it right. Here's the latest version. See for yourself, it's dated the week the court is scheduled to sit." Aiklint and Figerola looked at the report in front of them, and finally they exchanged glances and turned to look at Blomkvist together. "Where did you get this?" Aiklint asked. "A source I must protect," Blomkvist replied. "Blomkvist...we must be able to trust each other. You clearly have reservations, do you have more surprising secrets up your sleeve?" "Yes, of course I have secrets, and I am convinced that you have not given me full access to all the NSA data." "It's two different things." "Absolutely the same thing. This arrangement requires the cooperation of both parties. You said it yourself: We must trust each other. What I have reserved will not help you in your investigation of the 'team' nor will it help you in the crimes that have been committed. Can't provide new leads. I've handed over Tyler Pollian's crimes with Bjork in 1991, and I told you he'll be hired to do the same thing again. Now this document proves I was right. " "But you still withheld key data." "Of course, if you can't bear it, we can stop cooperating." Figuelaura interrupted with a raised finger: "Sorry, but does that mean Extron is working for 'team'?" Frowning, Blomkvist said, "I don't know about that. But I think he's more of an idiot being used by the 'group.' Sources tell me that during the hunt for Salander, Tyler Polion made a report on her, and Extron pretty much took it all in." "That is to say, you think it is not difficult to control him?" "Exactly. Detective Fast is a 100% idiot. He thinks Salander is a homosexual Satanist." Erica is at home.She felt paralyzed and unable to concentrate, as if at any moment someone would call and tell her that a picture of her had been posted on a website. She found herself thinking about Salander over and over, but she knew that there was little hope of her being able to help.Salander was imprisoned in Sogernska, forbidden to see visitors, not even to read the newspaper.However, this girl was extremely scheming. Although she was quarantined, she still managed to contact Erica with ICQ and phone.And two years ago, she also single-handedly destroyed Wennerstrength's financial empire and saved "Millennium", At eight, Susan came to the door and knocked.Erika jumped up like someone had shot in the living room. "Hello, Erica. Why are you sitting here with a sad face, without turning on the light?" Erica nodded and turned on the light. "Hi, I'm going to make some coffee..." "No, I'll do it. Any news?" But you hit the mark.Salander contacted me and took control of my computer.Then called again to say Tyler Polian was meeting up with a man named Jonas at Grand Central this afternoon. "No, nothing new." She said, "But there is something I want to ask you." "Just ask." "How often do you think it's not a stalker, but someone I know trying to get me in trouble?" "Is there any difference?" "For me, a stalker is someone I don't know stalking me, and the other is someone who wants to get back at me for personal reasons and ruin my life." "Interesting idea. How did you come up with that?" "I... had a discussion with someone today, can't tell you who it was, but she thought the threat of a real stalker would be different. She said a stalker would never write an email to the culture girl because it seemed completely off the point .” Susan said, "She has a point. Seriously, I haven't read those emails, can you let me see?" Erica started up the laptop on the dining table. Figuelaura accompanied Blomkvist out of the police headquarters at ten o'clock in the evening and stopped in front of Kronoberg Park, the same spot as the day before. "Here it is again. Do you want to disappear and go to work, or do you want to go to my house and have sex with me?" "This..." "You don't have to feel pressured, Michel. If there's something to do, do it." "You know what, Figuelaura, I'm really worried that you're going to get me addicted." "And you don't want to depend on anything, does that mean?" "No, that's not what I meant. But I have to talk to someone tonight, and it might be a little long. You'll be asleep by the time I'm done." She shrugged. "goodbye." He kissed her on the cheek and walked towards the bus stop in the Plaza de la Peace. "Blomkvist," she called. "What's wrong?" "I'm fine tomorrow morning. If you can, come and have breakfast together."