The Girl Who Played with Fire Page #6

Why?

Bjurman was an idiot. He had

papers which belonged to me.

He was one of very few

who knew my background.

I could not trust

that he kept close.

Especially not when journalists

began to rummage in our cases.

It was too much.

You have committed too many errors.

Police identify you.

Uhhh, I was so frightened.

No, I have not shot anyone.

I'm just an old

disabling injury.

Of course?

I should perhaps say something.

But I have nothing to say to you.

Alright. Neither do I.

Let's get it over with.

But fortunately, I reached to get you in

the network. The police come in the night.

Such bullshit.

I waited for

you should bluff.

You just came to kill me.

You have not talked to anyone.

May I show you something?

Everything you have said the last hour

is available on the web.

May I see?

No... this is not one of them.

Idiot!

What are you waiting for?

Come here! Come here!

It's me.

It's me.

Lisbeth...

Thank you.

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