I just finished The Girl Who Played with Fire, the last line certainly leaves one looking forward to the next in the series.
"For a moment he stood as if petrified, staring at her mangled body. He noticed that she was holding a pistol in her hand, which hung loosely off the edge of the bench. He went to her side and sank to his knees. He thought about how he had found Svensson and Johansson and thought that she was dead too. Then he saw a slight movement in her chest and heard a feeble, wheezing breath. 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 dialled the number for emergency services."
Larsson, Stieg - The Girl Who Played with Fire
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