Lisbeth sat bolt upright in bed. Her heart was racing and she was covered in a thin film of sweat. She grabbed the clock on her night stand and stared at the time, 3:33am. 3 nighst in a row. She groaned and laid back down. Lisbeth waited for her heart to slow and her breathing to slow before she tried to drift back to sleep, but that was interrupted by the sound of an email.

The young woman grabbed a coke from the fridge and sat down at her laptop wearing only underwear and wife beater. Blomkvist had sent her an article about a recent string of murders from London to Vienna, Berlin to Stockholm and many more cities. The police knew they were all connected, but were unable to get a suspect. The journalist was asking the hacker to take a look.

You've peaked my interest. She wrote back to him and then closed her laptop and crawled under the covers.

Lisbeth entered Dragan's office at around 10:30am the next morning. He had requested her presence even though they had parted ways before he told her that he would contact her if he had any cases that came up she might find intriguing and he knew she'd definitely enjoy this one.

"Good morning, Lisbeth," he said as she sat down in front of his desk, "I've asked you to come in because a case has been brought to me that has stumped all of my other investigators," he opened the file folder, "I thought you might find this one challenging."

"Why is that?"

"This person we are looking for has no known address, phone, social security number, email and so on."

Dragan could Lisbeth's expression change and she sat straight up in her chair leaning towards the file. She then seemed disappointed.

"No photo?" she raised her eyebrows at him.

"None that we know of."

"What is the point of this investigation?" her eyes boring into him.

"I was contacted by an Englishman who had heard of us through a friend. He wishes to remain anonymous, but has stated that his reason for requesting this investigation is he believes to have stolen a number of precious items for his house here in Stockholm."

"And you want me to do what?"

"Track him down," Dragan leaned back in his chair, "You said you wanted field work. Well here you go. I have supplied you with all information you need because to be honest it is also all the information we have. I think the only useful piece of information you'll find in there is the man's address."

As Lisbeth was sliding the folder from the desk she asked, "No police?"

Dragan looked up at her as she began to leave, "The stolen items are I'm told to be of a classified nature and he does not wish to have the police messing around in his affairs."

Lisbeth threw the folder onto the couch and sat down in front of her computer.

No email. Great.

No photo. Super.

No social security number. Fuck.

No phone. Balls.

She thought for a minute before grabbing her bag and camera and headed to the train. The address was located in Gamla Stan, Stockholm on the street Prastgatan. One of the oldest sections of the city. It was late when she boarded the train and the usual suspects could always be found on it. She eyed them up and decided no one was a threat.

A young woman stepped into the street, her lighter clicked shut and she took a drag of her cigarette while scanning the area. Winter was coming on, but the streets were still filled with people going about their late night business.

The sky over head was clear and street lamps glowed as the night grew darker. She smiled as smoke billowed from her nose and mouth.

The woman had on slim black jeans, boots lightly laced, a grey thermal and a pea-coat with the collar up turned. Men's clothes were comfortable to her; she had long abandoned women's fashion.

She went to walk across the street when a curious character stepped under on the street lights. The woman stepped back on the side walk and walked into a shadow.

The woman watched the other woman who was dressed mainly in black like herself. She was smaller with a thin frame; the new woman made her way across the street to a house across from her and eyed it up, and examining the exterior of the building.

As she watched she took more drags of her cigarette. From her spot across the street was invisible to this new person and could safely observe. This character continued to examine the building before disappearing down an alley way.

The young woman smiled as she held her place in the dark, her cigarette slowing disappearing.

Well this is interesting. Who are you?

Lisbeth stood in a nearby alley way where she could watch the building for a time. There were no other tenants in the building, it seemed to be owned by only one person, and the outer door was old, very old, but strong and could only be opened by a key that was just as old. She knew this was going to take time to plan out. There was no easy way into this building and the information wasn't going to come easy either.

The woman waited a little bit longer before making her way across the street and up to the building. Lisbeth had almost called it a night. It was nearly 3am when she saw movement from a shadow across the street. What she quickly made out to be a woman walked across the street and to the building.

Lisbeth never saw a key go into the door, but within a matter of seconds the woman was in the building. The hacker was quick on her feet and within a few seconds she too was at the door, but it was too late. It was closed and locked.

Fuck.

The windows were too high to climb into and the street seemed to always be inhabited so she'd be seen. Maybe there was a way around the back?

Lisbeth arrived back at her flat around 4am and quickly sat down at her computer. She uploaded the photos she had taken of the building, the surrounding areas, and the mystery woman. She zoomed in on them and touched them up and for a moment her eyes widened and her heart raced.

The woman in the photo seemed to have turned her eyes slightly towards Lisbeth and from behind the collar of the woman's jacket Lisbeth thought she spotted a slight grin. I want to know more.