The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest (Millennium Series)
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In the third volume of the Millennium series, Lisbeth Salander lies in critical condition in a Swedish hospital, a bullet in her head.
But she's fighting for her life in more ways than one: if and when she recovers, she'll stand trial for three murders. With the help of Mikael Blomkvist, she'll need to identify those in authority who have allowed the vulnerable, like herself, to suffer abuse and violence. And, on her own, she'll seek revenge--against the man who tried to killer her and against the corrupt government institutions that nearly destroyed her life.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
inevitably result in a lifetime of suffering. The second was an injury to the brain. The girl on the gurney could live with a piece of lead in her hip and a piece of lead in her shoulder. But a piece of lead inside her brain was a trauma of a wholly different magnitude. He was suddenly aware of the nurse saying something. “Sorry. I wasn’t listening.” “It’s her.” “What do you mean?” “It’s Lisbeth Salander. The girl they’ve been hunting for the past few weeks, for the triple murder in
heart sank like a stone. Everyone has secrets. She kept hers in the chest of drawers in her bedroom. Berger did not regularly write a diary, but there were periods when she had. There were also old love letters which she had kept from her teenage years. There was an envelope with photographs that had been cool at the time, but . . . When Berger was twenty-five she had been involved in Club Xtreme, which arranged private dating parties for people who were into leather. There were photographs from
and was sorting through her papers. Blomkvist thought his sister looked a bit tense. Stage fright, he supposed. Then the judge, assessor, and lay assessors entered the courtroom. Judge Jörgen Iversen was a white-haired, fifty-seven-year-old man with a gaunt face and a spring in his step. Blomkvist had researched Iversen’s background and found that he was an exacting judge of long experience who had presided over many high-profile cases. Finally Salander was brought into the courtroom. Even
bared his teeth, and contentedly picked up the mango. In the middle of the afternoon five days later, Salander fell off her stool in Harry’s Bar on a side street off Main Street, two blocks from her hotel. She had been drunk almost continuously since she left the apes on the rock, and most of her drinking had been done with Harry O’Connell, who owned the bar and spoke with a phoney Irish accent, having never in his life set foot in Ireland. He had been watching her anxiously. When she had
she was Zalachenko’s daughter. She could have told anyone.” Gullberg pulled on his earlobe. “All right. Continue.” “It’s all hypothetical,” Nyström said. “But our supposition is that Bjurman assaulted Salander and that she struck back and did that.” He pointed at the tattoo in the autopsy photograph. “Her father’s daughter,” Gullberg said. There was more than a trace of admiration in his voice. “With the result that Bjurman made contact with Zalachenko, hoping to get rid of the daughter. As