I have a source who provides me with some info on what's going on--bronze

In fact I had a third copy that I was going to give to Armansky. I made several copies of that one and have tucked them away in safe places. Our opponents - who include several high-powered figures and certain psychiatrists - are of course also preparing for the trial together with Prosecutor Ekstram. I have a source who provides me with some info. on what's going on, but I suspect that you might have a better chance of finding out the relevant information. This is urgent. The prosecutor is going to try to get you locked up in the psychiatric ward.
Assisting him he has your old friend Peter Teleborian. Annika won't be able to go out and do a media campaign in the same way that the prosecution, leaking information as they see fit. Her hands are tied. But I'm not lumbered with that sort of restriction. I write whatever I want - and I also have an entire magazine at my disposal. Two important details are still needed:First of all, I want to have something that shows that Prosecutor Ekstram is today working with Teleborian in some inappropriate manner, and that the objective once more is to confine you to a nuthouse. I want to be able to go on any talk show on T.V. and present documentation that annihilates the prosecution's game.To wage a media war I must be able to appear in public to discuss things that you may consider your private business. Hiding behind the arras in this situation is a wildly overrated tactic in view of all that has been written about you since Easter. I have to be able to construct a completely new media image of you, even if that, in your opinion, means invading your privacy - preferably with your approval. Do you understand what I meana She opened the archive in [Idiotic_Table]. It contained twenty-six documents.
Wednesday, 18.v Figuerola got up at 5.00 on Wednesday morning and went for an unusually short run before she showered and dressed in black jeans, a white top, and a lightweight grey linen jacket. She made coffee and poured it into a thermos and then made sandwiches. She also strapped on a shoulder holster and took her Sig Sauer from the gun cabinet. Just after 6.00 she drove her white Saab 9-5 to Vittangigatan in Vallingby. Martensson's apartment was on the top floor of a three-storey building in the suburbs. The day before, she had assembled everything that could be found out about him in the public archives. He was unmarried, but that did not mean that he might not be living with someone. He had no black marks in police records, no great fortune, and did not seem to lead a fast life. He very seldom called in sick.