But Magnus still felt naked without a weapon.
The truck in front wobbled as a gust of wind tried to sweep it off the road.
‘Jesus.’ Piper tensed and reached out for the dashboard in front of her.
Magnus gripped the Range Rover’s steering wheel harder. White spray whipped off the top of the waves skimming the ocean to their left.
‘Any news on the investigation?’ Magnus asked.
‘No real breakthroughs,’ said Piper. ‘We are still pursuing the Russian angle, although that’s looking less likely. A handwriting expert took a look at the script on the Post-It note we found outside Oskar Gunnarsson’s house. He reckons that whoever wrote it wasn’t a native Russian speaker, or should I say, writer.’
‘You mean it was a decoy?’
‘Looks like it.’
‘Did you try out an Icelandic accent on your witness?’
‘Yes. We took her to the Icelandic Embassy and she listened to some of the people there. She thinks the courier she saw could have had an Icelandic accent. But he spoke very good English.’
‘Interesting.’
‘Yeah. Of course he could have been a genuine courier from one of Gunnarsson’s Icelandic contacts in London, but we haven’t discovered anyone who was trying to deliver anything to him at home.’
‘What about the killer himself? Was he speaking Icelandic?’
‘We did try the girlfriend with the Icelanders from the embassy. She thought the language she heard might have been Icelandic, but she was stretching it. She didn’t really know.’
‘And the motorbikes?’
‘Nothing. But we traced the gun: it was used in a gang shooting in Lewisham two months ago – that’s in south London. No one was killed or even injured. But that probably just means the gun was second hand. I’ve brought a list of Icelandic citizens we know that Gunnarsson was in contact with in London. Can we go through that?’
‘Sure. And I have fixed up an appointment with the Special Prosecutor into financial crimes. That might give you an idea of where Oskar and Odinsbanki fit into the inquiries into the banking crisis last year.’
‘Good. Thank you. Have you turned up anything?’
‘Nothing on a Russian angle,’ Magnus said. He considered telling Piper about Harpa, but Baldur had been quite explicit. The fact that Harpa had once had sex with Oskar about four years ago was not yet a conclusive link. Reykjavik was a small place, and although that didn’t quite mean that everyone had slept with everyone else, that kind of coincidence could not be ruled out.
Four years? Harpa had a three-year old son. Hmm.
‘Magnus?’
Magnus shook his head. ‘Sorry. It’s nothing.’
CHAPTER TWELVE
‘WELCOME TO ICELAND, Sharon,’ said the chief superintendent.‘My name is Thorkell. And this is Inspector Baldur who is in charge of the investigation from our end.’
Thorkell was beaming at Piper, who fell under his charm instantly. They were in the chief’s office on the top floor of the building, with a view of the windswept bay and Mount Esja, standing strong and immobile against the gale. Thorkell’s round face was all pink-cheeked smiles. Baldur eyed Piper suspiciously.
‘Thank you,’ she said.
‘How long are you planning to be with us?’ Thorkell asked.
‘I’ve left it open,’ Piper said. ‘Probably just a day or so, but I can stay longer if necessary.’
‘I doubt it will be,’ said Thorkell. ‘We haven’t found any Icelandic link at our end have we, Magnus?’
Magnus recognized a question requiring the answer no when he heard one. ‘No,’ he said.
‘Any breakthroughs at your end?’
‘Not yet,’ said Piper. ‘But we can’t rule out that Gunnarsson was murdered by an Icelander.’
‘Mr Julian Lister is incorrect. We are not all terrorists,’ said Baldur in halting English. Julian Lister was the British Chancellor of the Exchequer.
‘I didn’t know there were any terrorists in Iceland,’ said Piper. ‘We have no idea what the motive for Oskar Gunnarsson’s murder was, but there are no signs of terrorism.’
‘Good, good,’ said Thorkell. ‘Sharon, I would like you to come with me to meet Oskar Gunnarsson’s family. He was an important man here in Iceland, and it would be good for them to see what is being done to find his killer.’
‘I would be happy to,’ said Piper.
‘What was all that terrorism crap?’ Piper said as they left Thorkell’s office.
‘Yeah, you’ll find the Icelanders are a bit sensitive about that these days,’ Magnus said. ‘When all the banks blew up last year, the Brits seized the UK assets of one of them under anti-terrorist legislation. Some people here think that that caused the two biggest banks to go bust. The British government put out a blacklist of terrorist organizations with the Icelandic banks appearing just beneath Al-Qaeda, the Taliban and North Korea. A lot of Icelanders were very upset. They set up a petition on the web with pictures of ordinary people saying they weren’t terrorists. There’s still a whole lot of anger at your Prime Minister and Julian Lister.’
‘Can’t say I blame them,’ said Piper. ‘Lister got the elbow over the summer, but the Prime Minister is still there.’
‘Anyway, let’s take a look at your list.’
Back in the Violent Crimes unit, Magnus introduced Piper to Arni and Vigdis. Vigdis deigned to say ‘good afternoon’ in English.
‘So, Sharon, how do you like Iceland?’ Arni asked her, a look of eager anticipation on his face.
‘Er, windy,’ said Piper. ‘I haven’t really seen very much of it yet. I’d like to see a tree.’
Vigdis rolled her eyes. There was a famous moment in Icelandic folklore when an over-eager reporter had asked Ringo Starr that very question as he was getting out of his aeroplane at the Reykjavik City Airport.
Arni could have been that reporter.
‘I don’t think we’ll have time to find you a tree,’ said Arni. ‘Sorry.’
‘Let’s see that list of names,’ Magnus said.
They spent a couple of hours at it. Magnus’s team didn’t cover themselves with glory. He himself had barely heard of any of them. Arni insisted on making bold statements and wild guesses about them that turned out to be wrong. And Vigdis, who knew her way around the police files and seemed to recognize most of them, insisted on having everything translated into Icelandic.
Magnus had called her on it, he still could not believe that she only spoke Icelandic, to which she simply replied: ‘
But nothing leapt out at them beyond the fact that Oskar knew all the most important people in Iceland’s business world, which wasn’t exactly surprising. Piper was clearly disappointed.
‘We’ll take the list to the Special Prosecutor’s office,’ Magnus said. ‘See if they can come up with something.’
The Special Prosecutor into Financial Crimes had an office around the corner from police headquarters. He was a burly, fresh-faced man in his forties with an air of solidity about him. Magnus had read about him. He was the former chief of police of a small town outside Reykjavik. None of the more obvious candidates among the many lawyers in the capital itself could take the job since they were either married or related to the suspects, so the government had looked outside to fill the role. The man they had chosen had zero experience of international fraud, but he did have a good reputation for hard work and integrity.
He was reading from one of a pile of files on his desk. There were several piles more behind him. Electric cables ran between the papers over the floor, connecting up to a mess of computer equipment. The office had a feel of haphazard industry to it.
They spoke in English.
‘Can you tell us something about your investigations into Oskar Gunnarsson?’ Magnus began.
