Flavor written by Korts.
There will be at least one vanilla role in the game.
Blomkvist woke up. He turned over and stared blearily at the Seiko Global R-Wave Alarm Clock on the nightstand. It said 4:31 AM. After a minute of lying on his back, he decided there was no point in going back to sleep. He sat up, sighed, and scrambled over into the kitchen, where he shoved a coffee mug with an inscription saying “Journalist – Will Work For Coffee” under his well-used Ponte Vecchio Lusso 2 Gruppi Chrome Espresso Machine, filled the appropriate receptacle with Lavazza Qualitá Rossa, and drew a double shot.
Steaming coffee in hand, he sat down at his faux mahogany writing desk and booted up his brand new 15.6'' Lenovo Thinkpad T Series laptop, when the Wallander ringtone on his Apple iPhone 4S went off. He had a new message from Lisbeth: “Another dead end. More genre savvy approach?” Blomkvist sighed. He had hoped it wouldn't come to this, because the only thing he valued more than his journalistic integrity was the integrity of the narrative: easy solutions cheapened the reading experience.
He looked out the window at his Volvo C30, for no reason other than for the narrator to be able to mention yet another brand name, sighed, and turning back to his 15.6'' Lenovo Thinkpad T Series laptop, opened his Gmail account to compose a message.
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Lisbeth.
For the sake of this story we have explored all conventional avenues of investigation. The only way we can know what happened on the day Harriet disappeared is to be there, and I conveniently have access to unrealistic time travel technology. Know that at this point we are stretching willing suspension of disbelief far beyond its acceptable limits, and our exploits will probably be dismissed as badly written fanfiction.
For reasons beyond my understanding, however, we will only be able to observe the events of the Vanger family board meetings in the days leading up to the disappearance, and we won't have access to the rest of the island. Genre restrictions are in play, I'm afraid. We'll talk shop over coffee.
Mikael