He reached out his hand and carefully loosened the gun from her grip. Suddenly her fist tightened around its butt. She opened her eyes to two narrow slits and stared at him for many long seconds. Her eyes were unfocused. Then he heard her mutter in such a low voice that he could only with difficulty catch the words.
Kalle Fucking Blomkvist.
She closed her eyes and let go of the gun. He put it on the floor, took out his mobile, and dialed the number for emergency services.
– Stieg Larsson