The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Trilogy Bundle (214 page)

“I'm not drinking, if that's what you mean.”

“No. Your private life doesn't concern me so long as it doesn't encroach on our business. I mean, am I richer or poorer than I was a year ago?”

He pulled out the guest chair and sat down. Somehow it did not matter to him that she was sitting in his chair.

“You turned over 2.5 billion Swedish kronor to me. We put 200 million into personal funds for you. You gave me the rest to play with.”

“And?”

“Your personal funds haven't grown by much more than the amount of interest. I could increase the profit if—”

“I'm not interested in increasing the profit.”

“OK. You've spent a negligible amount. The principal expenses have been the apartment I bought for you and the fund you started for that lawyer Palmgren. Otherwise you've just had normal expenses. The interest rate has been favourable. You're running about even.”

“Good.”

“The rest I invested. Last year we didn't make very much. I was a little rusty and spent the time learning the market again. We've had expenses. We didn't really start generating income until this year. Since the start of the year we've taken about seven million. Dollars, that is.”

“Of which 20 percent goes to you.”

“Of which 20 percent goes to me.”

“Are you satisfied with that?”

“I've made more than a million dollars in six months. Yes, I'm satisfied.”

“You know … you shouldn't get too greedy. You can cut back on your hours when you're satisfied. Just make sure you spend a few hours on my affairs every so often.”

“Ten million dollars,” he said.

“Excuse me?”

“When I get ten million together I'll pack it in. It was good that you turned up in my life. We have a lot to discuss.”

“Fire away.”

He threw up his hands.

“This is so much money that it scares the shit out of me. I don't know how to handle it. I don't know the purpose of the company besides making more money. What's all the money going to be used for?”

“I don't know.”

“Me neither. But money can become an end in itself. It's crazy. That's why I've decided to call it quits when I've earned ten million for myself. I don't want the responsibility any longer.”

“Fair enough.”

“But before I call it a day I want you to decide how this fortune is to be administered in the future. There has to be a purpose and guidelines and some kind of organization that can take over.”

“Mmm.”

“It's impossible to conduct business this way. I've divided up the sum into long-term fixed investments—real estate, securities, and so forth. There's a complete list on the computer.”

“I've read it.”

“The other half I've put into speculation, but it's so much money to keep track of that I can't keep up. So I set up an investment company on Jersey. At present you have six employees in London. Two talented young brokers and some clerical staff.”

“Yellow Ballroom Ltd.? I was wondering what that could be.”

“Our company. Here in Gibraltar I've hired a secretary and a promising young lawyer. They'll be here in half an hour, by the way.”

“I know. Molly Flint, forty-one, and Brian Delaney, twenty-six.”

“Do you want to meet them?”

“No. Is Brian your lover?”

“What? No.” He looked shocked. “I don't mix—”

“Good.”

“By the way, I'm not interested in young guys … inexperienced ones, I mean.”

“No, you're more attracted to men with a tough attitude than to some snot-nosed kid. It's none of my business. But, Jeremy …”

“Yes?”

“Be careful.”

Salander had not planned to stay in Gibraltar for more than two weeks; just long enough, she thought, to get her bearings. But she suddenly discovered that she had no idea what she was going to do or where she should go. She stayed for three months. She checked her email once a day and replied promptly to messages from Giannini on the few occasions her lawyer got in touch. She did not tell her where she was. She did not answer any other email.

She still went to Harry's Bar, but now she came in only for a beer or two in the evenings. She spent large parts of her days at the Rock Hotel, either on her balcony or in bed. She got together with a thirty-year-old Royal Navy officer, but it was a one-night stand and all in all an uninteresting experience.

She was bored.

Early in October she had dinner with MacMillan. They had met up only a few times during her stay. It was dark and they drank a fruity white wine and discussed what they should use her billions for. And then he surprised her by asking what was upsetting her.

She studied his face for a long time and pondered the matter. Then she, just as surprisingly, told him about her relationship with Miriam Wu, and how Mimmi had been beaten and almost killed. And she, Lisbeth, was to blame. Apart from one greeting sent by way of Giannini, Salander had not heard a word from Mimmi. And now she was in France.

MacMillan listened in silence.

“Are you in love with her?” he said at last.

Salander shook her head.

“No. I don't think I'm the type who falls in love. She was a friend. And we had good sex.”

“Nobody can avoid falling in love,” he said. “They might want to deny it, but friendship is probably the most common form of love.”

She looked at him in astonishment.

“Will you get angry if I say something personal?”

“No.”

“Go to Paris, for God's sake,” he said.

She landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport at 2:30 in the afternoon, took the airport bus to the Arc de Triomphe, and spent two hours wandering around the nearby neighbourhoods trying to find a hotel room. She walked south towards the Seine and finally found a room at a small hotel, the Victor Hugo on rue Copernic.

She took a shower and called Miriam Wu. They met that evening at a bar near Notre-Dame. Mimmi was dressed in a white shirt and jacket. She looked fabulous. Salander instantly felt shy. They kissed each other on the cheek.

“I'm sorry I haven't called, and that I didn't come to the trial,” Mimmi said.

“That's OK. The trial was behind closed doors anyway.”

“I was in the hospital for three weeks, and then it was chaos when I got home to Lundagatan. I couldn't sleep. I had nightmares about that bastard Niedermann. I called my mother and told her I wanted to come here, to Paris.”

Salander said she understood.

“Forgive me,” Mimmi said.

“Don't be such an idiot. I'm the one who's come here to ask you to forgive me.”

“For what?”

“I wasn't thinking. It never occurred to me that I was putting you in such danger by turning over my old apartment to you. It was my fault that you were almost murdered. You'd have every right to hate me.”

Mimmi looked shocked. “Lisbeth, I never even gave it a thought. It was Ronald Niedermann who tried to murder me, not you.”

They sat in silence for a while.

“All right,” Salander said finally.

“Right,” Mimmi said.

“I didn't follow you here because I'm in love with you,” Salander said.

Mimmi nodded.

“We had great sex, but I'm not in love with you.”

“Lisbeth, I think—”

“What I wanted to say was that I hope you … 
damn.
”

“What?”

“I don't have many friends. …”

Mimmi nodded. “I'm going to be in Paris for a while. My studies at home were a mess so I signed up at the university here instead. I'll probably stay at least one academic year. After that I don't know. But I'm going to go back to Stockholm. I'm still paying the service charges on Lundagatan and I mean to keep the apartment. If that's OK with you.”

“It's your apartment. Do what you want with it.”

“Lisbeth, you're a very special person,” Mimmi said. “I'd still like to be your friend.”

They talked for two hours. Salander did not have any reason to hide her past from Miriam Wu. The Zalachenko business was familiar to everyone who had access to a Swedish newspaper, and Mimmi had followed the story with great interest. She gave Salander a detailed account of what had happened in Nykvarn the night Paolo Roberto saved her life.

Then they went back to Mimmi's student lodgings near the university.

Giannini met Salander in the bar of the Södra theatre at 9:00. Salander was drinking beer and was already coming to the end of her second glass.

“Sorry I'm late,” Giannini said, glancing at her watch. “I had to deal with another client.”

“That's OK,” said Lisbeth.

“What are you celebrating?”

“Nothing. I just feel like getting drunk.”

Giannini looked at her sceptically and took a seat.

“Do you often feel that way?”

“I drank myself stupid after I was released, but I have no tendency to alcoholism. It just occurred to me that for the first time in my life I have a legal right to get drunk here in Sweden.”

Giannini ordered a Campari.

“Do you want to drink alone,” she said, “or would you like some company?”

“Preferably alone. But if you don't talk too much you can sit with me. I take it you don't feel like coming home with me and having sex.”

“I beg your pardon?” Giannini said.

“No, I didn't think so. You're one of those insanely heterosexual people.”

Giannini suddenly looked amused.

“That's the first time in my life that one of my clients has propositioned me.”

“Are you interested?”

“No, not in the least, sorry. But thanks for the offer.”

“So what was it you wanted, counsellor?”

“Two things. Either I quit as your lawyer here and now or you start answering your phone when I call. We've already had this discussion, when you were released.”

Salander looked at Giannini.

“I've been trying to reach you for a week. I've called, I've sent letters, I've emailed.”

“I've been away.”

“In fact you've been impossible to get ahold of for most of the fall. This just isn't working. I said I would represent you in all negotiations with the government. There are formalities that have to be taken care of. Papers to be signed. Questions to be answered. I have to be able to reach you, and I have no wish to be made to feel like an idiot because I don't know where the hell you are.”

“I was away again for two weeks. I came home yesterday and called you as soon as I knew you were looking for me.”

“That's not good enough. You have to keep me informed of where you are and get in touch at least once a week until all the issues about compensation and such are resolved.”

“I don't give a shit about compensation. I just want the government to leave me alone.”

“But the government isn't going to leave you alone, no matter how much you may want it to. Your acquittal has set in motion a long chain of consequences. It's not just about you. Teleborian is going to be charged for what he did to you. You're going to have to testify. Ekström is the subject of an investigation for dereliction of duty, and he may even be charged too if it turns out that he deliberately disregarded his duty at the behest of the Section.”

Salander raised her eyebrows. For a moment she looked interested.

“I don't think it's going to come to an indictment. He was led up the garden path by the Section and in fact he had nothing to do with them. But as recently as last week a prosecutor initiated a preliminary investigation against the guardianship agency. It involves several reports being sent to the parliamentary ombudsman, as well as a report to the ministry of justice.”

“I didn't report anyone.”

“No. But it's obvious that there has been gross dereliction of duty. You're not the only person affected.”

Salander shrugged. “This has nothing to do with me. But I promise to be in closer contact with you. These last two weeks have been an exception. I've been working.”

Giannini did not look as though she believed her. “What are you working on?”

“Consulting.”

“I see,” she said. “The other thing is that the inventory of the estate is now ready.”

“Inventory of what estate?”

“Your father's. The state's legal representative contacted me since nobody seemed to know how to get in touch with you. You and your sister are the sole heirs.”

Salander looked at Giannini blankly. Then she caught the waitress's eye and pointed at her glass.

“I don't want any inheritance from my father. Do whatever the hell you want with it.”

“Wrong.
You
can do what you want with the inheritance. My job is to see to it that you have the opportunity to do so.”

“I don't want a single öre from that pig.”

“Then give the money to Greenpeace or something.”

“I don't give a shit about whales.”

Giannini's voice suddenly softened. “Lisbeth, if you're going to be a legally responsible citizen, then you're going to have to start behaving like one. I don't give a damn what you do with your money. Just sign here that you received it, and then you can get drunk in peace.”

Salander glanced at her and then looked down at the table. Annika assumed this was some kind of conciliatory gesture that perhaps corresponded to an apology in Salander's limited repertoire of expressions.

“What kind of figures are we talking about?”

“They're not insignificant. Your father had about 300,000 kronor in shares. The property in Gosseberga would sell for around 1.5 million—there's a little woodland included. And there are three other properties.”