I figured as much. This damn thing is infuriating.
Narrows my eyes at Lisbeth’s feet on the table and takes the smoke, sucking a breath before releasing it, raising his eyes challengingly, yet with obvious playfulness, pretending to b oblivious because of her obvious attempt to get under my skin. “The what, Pippi?”
Ignoring the quip and almost tempted to burn Mikael with the cigarette, Salander handed back the butt, placed her computer on the coffee table, and headed over to his desk. She studied the paper more deliberately, the initials and numbers seemingly confusing. But she enjoyed puzzles.
"This paper. Where did you get it and when?"