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The Girl Who Played with Fire . The woman may have had a few too many drinks, but her going to bed with a book about the mysteries of mathematics. Part blistering espionage thriller, part riveting police procedural, and part piercing exposé on social injustice, this second book in the Millennium. The Girl Who Played with Fire (Millennium #2) Mikael Blomkvist, crusading journalist and publisher of the magazine Millennium, has decided to run a story that.
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Confirms the impression left by Dragon Tattoo. Read An Excerpt. Paperback 2 —. Buy the Audiobook Download: Apple Audible downpour eMusic audiobooks. About The Girl Who Played with Fire Mikael Blomkvist, crusading journalist and publisher of the magazine Millennium, has decided to run a story that will expose an extensive sex trafficking operation between Eastern Europe and Sweden, implicating well-known and highly placed members of Swedish society, business, and government. Also in Millennium Series.
Also by Stieg Larsson. About Stieg Larsson Stieg Larsson, who lived in Sweden, was the editor in chief of the magazine Expo and a leading expert on antidemocratic, right-wing extremist, and Nazi organizations. Product Details. Inspired by Your Browsing History. Related Articles. Looking for More Great Reads? She was like a ghost suddenly there.
Her face was pale and expressionless. In her hand she held her fucking Taser. While I slept? He could not tell whether she was bluffing. Bjurman cleared his throat and was about to speak. She cut him off with a gesture. Send them to this hotmail address.
Is that understood? He had not dared to try to reach her, since she had threatened to send the video to the authorities if he did. Instead he had thought for months what he would say to her when eventually she contacted him. He really had nothing he could say in his defence.
All he could do was appeal to her humanity. He would try to convince her—if she would only give him a chance to speak—that he had done it in a fit of insanity, that he was utterly sorry for it and wanted to make amends. He would grovel if that would convince her, if he could only somehow defuse the threat that she posed. Then she put one foot on the bottom of the bed and stared at him in disgust. I have no reason to forgive you. You fail, and the video goes to the agency. You contact me in any way other than I tell you to, then I make the video public.
I die in an accident, the video will be made public. You ever touch me again, I will kill you. The day I set you free, you can do as you like.
But until that day you will not set foot again in that clinic in Marseilles. The next moment she was gone. He heard a faint click as she turned the front-door key.
It was as if a ghost had paid him a visit. At that instant he began to loathe Lisbeth Salander with an intensity that blazed like red-hot steel in his brain and transformed his life into an obsession to crush her. He fantasized about killing her. He toyed with fantasies of having her crawl at his feet and beg him for mercy.
But he would be merciless. He would put his hands around her throat and strangle her until she gasped for air. He wanted to tear her eyes from their sockets and her heart from her chest. He wanted to erase her from the earth. Paradoxically, it was at this same moment that he felt as though he had begun to function again, and he discovered in himself a surprising emotional balance.
He was obsessed with the woman and she was on his mind every waking minute. But he had begun to think rationally again. If he was going to find a way of destroying her, he would have to get his head in order.
His life settled on a new objective. He stopped fantasizing about her death and began planning for it.
Neither he nor Berger had ever heard of Nils Bjurman, so neither was aware of his being there. Berger frowned and moved an ashtray aside to make room for her glass.
Blomkvist hung his jacket over the back of his chair, slid the ashtray over to his side of the table, and lit a cigarette. Berger detested cigarette smoke and gave him a furious look. He turned his head to blow the smoke away from her. Berger rolled her eyes. Naturally I expect you to behave like a gentleman. Probably a little hero worship. If I were twenty years younger I might not have even hesitated. Over the past year he had received invitations to the most improbable places, parties, and events.
He was greeted with air kisses from all sorts of people he had hardly shaken hands with before.
They were not primarily media people—he knew all of them already and was on either good or bad terms with them—but so-called cultural figures and B-list celebrities now wanted to appear as though they were his close friends.
Now it was the thing to have Mikael Blomkvist as your guest at a launch party or a private dinner. One downside of his star status was an increasing rash of rumours. An acquaintance had mentioned with concern that he heard a rumour claiming that Blomkvist had been seen at a rehab clinic. As to alcohol, he was only ever seriously intoxicated at private dinners or parties. In a bar he would seldom have more than one large, strong beer.
The Girl Who Played with Fire
He also liked to drink medium-strong beer. His drinks cabinet at home had vodka and a few bottles of single malt Scotch, all presents. It was absurd how rarely he indulged in them. Blomkvist was single. The fact that he had occasional affairs was known both inside and outside his circle of friends, and that had led to further rumours.
His longlasting affair with Erika Berger was frequently the subject of speculation. An obscure journalist had once even urged him to seek help for his sex addiction. Blomkvist had indeed had many brief relationships. He knew he was reasonably good-looking, but he had never considered himself exceptionally attractive. But he had often been told that he had something that made women interested in him. Berger had told him that he radiated self-confidence and security at the same time, that he had an ability to make women feel at ease.
Going to bed with him was not threatening or complicated, but it might be erotically enjoyable. And that, according to Blomkvist, was as it should be. Most astonishing were the young women who made impulsive advances in unexpected circumstances. But Blomkvist was not turned on by teenagers with miniskirts and perfect bodies.
When he was younger his women friends had often been older than he—in some cases considerably older—and more experienced. Over time the age difference had evened out. Salander had definitely been a step in the other direction. And this was the reason for his hastily called meeting with Berger. This was nothing unusual; they had several interns each year. She did not miss an opportunity to be in close contact with him. He pretended not to notice her blatant advances, but that only induced her to redouble her efforts.
Quite simply, it was becoming tiresome.
Berger burst out laughing. She knows damned well how to express herself. She rang your doorbell last night—is that the extent of it? Besides, he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to pay attention to his surroundings.
Ever since the lifting of his mental paralysis, he had been continuously circling round and round the same conundrum. Salander had in her possession a video of his assault on her which she had recorded with a hidden camera.
She had made him watch the video. There was no room for favourable interpretations. If it ever got to the Guardianship Agency, or, God forbid, if it ended up in the hands of the media, his career, his freedom, and his life would be over. He knew the penalties for aggravated rape, exploitation of a person in a subordinate position, abuse and aggravated abuse; he reckoned he would get at least six years in prison.
A zealous prosecutor might use one section of the video as the basis for a charge of attempted murder. He had all but asphyxiated her during the rape when he had excitedly pressed a pillow over her face. He devoutly wished he had finished the job. They would not accept that she was the whole time playing a game. She had provoked him to rape her. They would never see that she had in fact put on a performance.
She had planned… The first thing he would have to do was to gain possession of the video and make sure somehow that there were no copies. That was the crux of the problem. There was no doubt in his mind that a witch like Salander would have made enemies over the years. Here Bjurman had an advantage. Unlike anyone else who might try to get at her, he had access to all her medical records, welfare reports, and psychiatric assessments.
He was one of the very few people in Sweden who knew her secrets. He had read the file over and over. As a lawyer he was well practiced in extracting information from the records of public authorities. As her guardian he was able to penetrate the layers of confidentiality surrounding her medical records. He could get hold of every document he wanted that dealt with Salander. He had discussed her condition with Dr. Jesper H. Everyone was helpful. He found a real gold mine of information in the form of two notebooks in a box gathering dust in the archive of the Guardianship Agency.
Palmgren had conscientiously submitted a report each year to the agency, and Bjurman supposed Salander had probably not known that Palmgren also made meticulous notes for himself.
They were the originals. There was no indication that copies had ever been made. Bjurman learned from these notes that Salander was by no means a slow-witted office junior who did the photocopying and made coffee.
Salander seemed to have only two friends in her life.
Palmgren was out of the picture now. Armansky remained, and could possibly be a threat. Bjurman decided to steer clear of Armansky. The notebooks had explained a lot. Bjurman understood how Salander had discovered so much about him.
He could not for the life of him see how she had found out about his visit to the plastic surgery clinic in France, but much of the mystery surrounding her had vanished. He at once took fresh precautions with his own investigations and decided that since Salander had access to his apartment, it was not a good idea to keep any papers there that dealt with her case.
He gathered all the documentation and filled a cardboard box to take to his summer cabin near Stallarholmen, where he was spending more and more of his time in solitary brooding.
The more he read about Salander, the more convinced he became that she was pathologically unwell. He shuddered to remember how she had handcuffed him to his bed.
He had been totally under her control then, and he did not doubt that she would make good her threat to kill him if he provoked her. She lacked social inhibitions, one of her reports stated. Well, he could conclude a stage or two further: she was a sick, murderous, insane fucking person. A loose cannon. A whore. On several occasions he had recorded very personal diary-type accounts of conversations that he had had with Salander.
A crazy old man. Bjurman wrote down the words All The Evil. The years in foster homes? Some particular attack? The explanation ought to be there in the documentation to which he already had access.
He opened the psychiatric assessment of Salander as an eighteen-year-old and read it through for the fifth or sixth time. There had to be a gap in his knowledge. Something had set off the madness when she was twelve. There were other gaps in her biography. He discovered to his great surprise that Salander had a twin sister who had not been referred to in any of the material to which he had previously had access. My God, there are two of them. But he could not find any reference to what had happened to the sister.
The father was unknown, and there was no explanation as to why her mother could not take care of her. But now he was sure that something had happened to Salander when she was twelve or thirteen. Salander allows her current sex partner, Miriam Wu, to move into her old apartment, for the price of 1 krona and the condition that Wu forward all of Salander's mail.
Salander also re-establishes contact with Dragan Armansky, her former boss at Milton Securities, and her former legal guardian Holger Palmgren, who fell victim to a stroke at the beginning of Dragon Tattoo. Nils Bjurman, Palmgren's replacement, continues to nurture a growing hatred for his ward after the events of Dragon Tattoo. His fury has caused him to diminish his practice down to a single client Salander and focus his attention on capturing her and destroying the film she made of him raping her.
He scrutinizes Salander's medical records, and thus identifies an incident named "All the Evil" as well as a person from her past as his strongest ally. In the meantime, Mikael Blomkvist, the publisher of Millennium magazine, has lost contact with Salander, who has refused even to open his letters.
Blomkvist attempts to help, to Salander's astonishment, and their joint efforts enable her to elude her attacker. Millennium is approached by a couple: Dag Svensson, a young journalist, and Mia Johansson, a doctoral student. Whilst the research is mostly complete, Svensson, Johansson, and the Millennium staff are intrigued by recurring mentions of "Zala", a shadowy figure heavily involved in Sweden's sex-trafficking industry. Salander, hacking Mikael Blomkvist's computer, is taken aback by the mention of Zala, and visits Svensson and Johansson to ask questions.
Part 3 — Absurd Equations[ edit ] Later the same night, Blomkvist calls on the couple, and finds them both shot dead in their apartment, the killer having apparently left the building only seconds before. Blomkvist notifies Erika Berger, the Millennium's editor-in-chief and his lover, of the double murder, and the magazine's management team holds an emergency meeting at which they decide to postpone the publication of Svensson's book and the associated magazine special.
They decide to backtrack Svensson's research to ensure the accuracy of the material, and to comb through it for possible murder motives, while Blomkvist is tasked with finishing Svensson's mostly-completed book. The team identifies Salander's fingerprints on the murder weapon, and her formal record establishes her as a violent, unstable, psychotic young woman with a history of prostitution.
Armansky, Blomkvist, and Berger all vouch for Salander's intelligence and moral fiber; neither Blomkvist nor Berger was even aware of her psychiatric history.
While investigating Salander's social circle, Modig finds Bjurman shot dead in his apartment with his own revolver, the same weapon used on Svensson and Johansson; Salander remains the prime suspect.
Blomkvist enlists the help of managing editor Malin Eriksson to investigate the murders, during which investigation Blomkvist realizes that Salander has hacked into his notebook computer.
He leaves her notes on his desktop, and her replies point him to "Zala". Miriam Wu returns from a Paris trip to find herself taken to the police station, and she confirms Salander's intelligence and moral character. The press also publishes information about Salander's past. Part 4 — Terminator[ edit ] Part 4 begins with Salander's wondering why the press's inside source has chosen not to publicize "All the Evil", the events which dominated the gap in her biography, information she knows would swing public opinion even further against her.
Blomkvist is approached by Paolo Roberto , a boxing champion and Salander's former coach.Stieg Larsson. If all of the rest of him was large, his hands were enormous.
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