Lisbeth sees her out of the corner of her eye. She's a very pretty woman in a tight pencil skirt and a matching jacket. Lisbeth isn't sure why this woman is following her, but she's not taking any chances. Not even now, when her enemies have gone away, and not even here, in London.
She ducks into an alley, and when the woman follows she catches her and pushes her up against the wall. The womans smile makes her think it was too easy, but she presses up close anyway.
"Well, Miss Salander, I had heard the rumors, but I didn't believe they were true," the woman says, and Lisbeth's blood runs cold.
"Who are you?" she asks.
"You may call me Anthea," the woman says with a smile. "My boss wants to see you, but it's not very urgent. Now, are you going to do anything with that perfectly placed hand of yours?"