ofcourseyoudon’thavetoshowmeanything.”
“Please…Whatwouldyouliketosee?”
“Ifyourfathertookanypicturesonthedayoftheaident,thedaythatHarrietdisappeared.”
Theywentuptotheattic.IttookseveralminutesbeforeAlexanderwasabletoidentifyaboxofunsortedphotographs.
“Takehomethewholebox,”hesaid.“Ifthereareanyatall,they’llbeinthere.”
Asillustrationsforthefamilychronicle,GregerVanger’sboxheldsomerealgems,includinganumberofGregertogetherwithSvenOlofLindholm,thebigSwedishNazileaderintheforties.Thosehesetaside.
HefoundenvelopesofpicturesthatGregerhadtakenoffamilygatheringsaswellasmanytypicalholidayphotographs—fishinginthemountainsandajourneyinItaly.
Hefoundfourpicturesofthebridgeaident.Inspiteofhisexceptionalcamera,Gregerwasawretchedphotographer.Twopictureswereclose-upsofthetankertruckitself,twowereofspectators,takenfrombehind.HefoundonlyoneinwhichCeciliaVangerwasvisibleinsemi-profile.
Hescannedinthepictures,eventhoughheknewthattheywouldtellhimnothingnew.Heputeverythingbackintheboxandhadasandwichlunchashethoughtthingsover.ThenhewenttoseeAnna.
“DoyouthinkHenrikhadanyphotographalbumsotherthantheonesheassembledforhisinvestigationaboutHarriet?”
“Yes,Henrikhasalwaysbeeninterestedinphotography—eversincehewasyoung,I’vebeentold.Hehaslotsofalbumsinhisoffice.”
“Couldyoushowme?”
Herreluctancewasplaintosee.ItwasohingtolendBlomkvistthekeytothefamilycrypt—Godwasinchargethere,afterall—butitwasanothermattertolethimintoHenrikVanger’soffice.God’swritdidnotextendthere.BlomkvistsuggestedthatAnnashouldcallFrode.Finallysheagreedtoallowhimin.Almostthreefeetoftheverybottomshelfwastakenupwithphotographalbums.Hesatatthedeskandopenedthefirstalbum.
Vangerhadsavedeverylastfamilyphotograph.Manywereobviouslyfromlongbeforehistime.Theoldestpicturesdatedbacktothe1870s,showinggruffmenandsternwomen.TherewerepicturesofVanger’sparents.OneshowedhisfathercelebratingMidsummerwithalargeandcheerfulgroupinSandhamnin1906.AnotherSandhamnphotog