hestoryoftheyear.”
CHAPTER7
Friday,January3
ErikasethercoffeecuponthetableandstoodbythewindowlookingoutattheviewofGamlaStan.Itwas9:00inthemorning.AllthesnowhadbeenwashedawaybytherainoverNewYear’s.
“I’vealwayslovedthisview,”shesaid.“AnapartmentlikethiswouldmakemegiveuplivinginSaltsj?baden.”
“You’vegotthekeys.Youcanmoveoverfromyourupper-classreserveanytimeyouwant,”Blomkvistsaid.Heclosedthesuitcaseandputitbythefrontdoor.
Bergerturnedandgavehimadisbelievinglook.“Youcan’tbeserious,Mikael,”shesaid.“We’reinourworstcrisisandyou’repackingtogoandliveinTjottahejti.”
“Hedestad.Acoupleofhoursbytrain.Andit’snotforever.”
“ItmightaswellbeUlanBator.Don’tyouseethatitwilllookasifyou’reslinkingoffwithyourtailbetweenyourlegs?”
“That’spreciselywhatIamdoing.Besides,Ihavetodosomegaoltimetoo.”
ChristerMalmwassittingonthesofa.Hewasunfortable.ItwasthefirsttimesincetheyfoundedMillenniumthathehadseenBergerandBlomkvistinsuchdisagreement.Overalltheyearstheyhadbeeninseparable.Sometimestheyhadfuriousclashes,buttheirargumentswerealwaysaboutbusinessmatters,andtheywouldinvariablyresolveallthoseissuesbeforethey