It did no good to cry, she had learned that early on.
Harley-Davidson," she said. "Sweet.
Zalachenko...you're just an ordinary asshole who hates women.
He felt that he had to find Salander and hold her close. She would probably bite him if he tried.
Wennerström was devoting himself to fraud that was so extensive it was no longer merely criminal–it was business.
No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on something else, to pass the time and to distract her from the situation she was in, the fear came trickling out. It hovered like a cloud of gas around her, threatening to penetrate her pores and poison her.