The Girl Who Played with Fire (Millennium Series)
The Girl in the Spider’s Web, the new book in the Millennium Series, is available now!
Part blistering espionage thriller, part riveting police procedural, and part piercing exposé on social injustice, The Girl Who Played with Fire is a masterful, endlessly satisfying novel.
Mikael Blomkvist, crusading publisher of the magazine Millennium, has decided to run a story that will expose an extensive sex trafficking operation. On the eve of its publication, the two reporters responsible for the article are murdered, and the fingerprints found on the murder weapon belong to his friend, the troubled genius hacker Lisbeth Salander. Blomkvist, convinced of Salander’s innocence, plunges into an investigation. Meanwhile, Salander herself is drawn into a murderous game of cat and mouse, which forces her to face her dark past.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
anything to do with me, but I have a sister called Annika Giannini and she’s a lawyer. The best. She’s willing to represent you if you get in touch with her. You can trust her. As far as Millennium is concerned, we’ve begun our own investigation into why Dag and Mia were murdered. What I’m doing right now is putting together a list of the people who had reason to want to silence Dag. I don’t know if I’m on the right track, but I’m going to check the list one person at a time. One problem I
should ferret out his background.” “Precisely. Everything you can find.” Harriet Vanger called Blomkvist at 5:00 in the afternoon. “Can you talk?” “For a minute.” “This girl the police are looking for … it’s the same one who helped you track me down, isn’t it?” Harriet Vanger and Salander had never met. “That’s right,” Blomkvist said. “I’m sorry I haven’t had time to call and update you. But, yes, she’s the one.” “What does it mean?” “As far as you’re concerned? Nothing, I hope.” “But
feelings. She smiled and closed her connection to his hard drive. • • • Now that she had started snooping around, she moved on and opened Armansky’s hard drive. She read the report about herself that he had written the day after Easter. It was not clear to whom the report was addressed, but she assumed that the only reasonable explanation was that Armansky was working with the police to help bring her in. She spent a while going through Armansky’s email, but found nothing of interest. Just as
of the past. She had developed a network of tiny wrinkles and lines around her eyes and mouth, but she knew that she still looked good. She worked out at the gym twice a week, but she had noticed it was getting more difficult to climb the mast during her long sailing trips. And she was the one who always had to do the climbing—her husband had terrible vertigo. Berger reflected that her first forty-five years, despite a number of ups and downs, had been by and large successful. She had money,
and somebody threatened you. And his sister came back from the dead. It was a sensation, to put it mildly.” “I’ve given my word I wouldn’t talk about it.” “And you don’t want to tell me what role you played in the Wennerström affair either.” “I helped Kalle Blomkvist with research.” Her voice was suddenly much cooler. “That was all. I didn’t want to get involved.” “Blomkvist has been looking for you high and low. He’s called here once a month to ask if I’ve heard anything from you.” Salander