66 Degrees North

‘He just arrived back in Iceland yesterday,’ said Sindri.

‘Why?’

‘The British police might be on to me,’ Isak said. ‘One of them came to my house to interview me. Wanted to know whether it was me who had been asking Oskar’s neighbours where he lived. She didn’t push it, but she’s suspicious. So I thought I’d come back here. Make it that bit more difficult for her.’

‘The cops here are asking awkward questions too,’ Sindri said. ‘There’s a big red-haired bastard called Magnus who won’t leave us alone. Some kind of American.’

‘I told my mother things were getting on top of me and I needed to get away for a few days,’ Isak said. ‘Go camping in the hills. Sort myself out. I borrowed her car, she’s too ill to drive it these days.’

‘Did she believe you?’

‘She knew I was acting a bit weird, but she didn’t know why and I didn’t tell her. That’s the best way to deal with parents. Never explain. Keep them guessing.’ Isak sipped his coffee and glanced at Bjorn. ‘So, Sindri tells me there’s a problem with Harpa?’

Bjorn didn’t like Isak, never had. He was too cool. Too self-possessed for a student. Sindri wore his passion on his sleeve. Isak’s was in there, it had to be to do the things they were doing, but it was a cool, calculated determination to follow a carefully worked out plan. It was as if Isak was trying to win an intellectual argument and willing to go to any lengths to prove himself right. Bjorn wasn’t trying to prove anything: he was just bringing justice upon those people who had destroyed his life and the lives of so many other Icelanders.

‘Yes,’ he said, turning to Sindri. ‘She’s got this idea that we, or rather you, Sindri, are behind the shooting of Oskar and Lister. She spoke to the kid Frikki the other day; he was the one who put the idea in her head. She suspected me as well, but she seems to believe my innocence now. Anyway, she wants to go to the police.’

‘You have to tell her not to,’ said Sindri. ‘She’ll just get herself locked up.’

‘She thinks there might be another victim,’ said Bjorn. ‘She wants to stop us before we get to one.’

‘She thinks, she doesn’t know,’ said Sindri.

‘Yes. But she’s going to talk to them. I know she is.’

‘So what are you going to do?’ asked Isak quietly.

Bjorn took a deep breath. ‘I’m going to take her away for a couple of days. There’s a hut I know in one of the mountain passes near Grundarfjordur. It’s totally isolated. If I can keep her there for tomorrow and the day after, that will be long enough.’

‘Until we’ve dealt with Ingolfur Arnarson you mean?’ said Sindri.

Bjorn nodded.

‘How are you going to persuade her to go there?’ Isak asked.

Bjorn winced. ‘Charm. Persuasiveness. And if that doesn’t work, Rohypnol.’

‘Rohypnol? Where did you get that?’ asked Sindri.

‘A mate in Reykjavik. A fisherman.’

‘You have dodgy mates.’

Bjorn shrugged. ‘Don’t we all?’

‘OK,’ said Isak. ‘That’s fine for the next couple of days. But what happens after that?’

The student was really irritating Bjorn. But that was the key question. ‘Ingolfur Arnarson is our last target, right? The climax. Once he has been dealt with I can persuade Harpa there is no point in going to the police. There will be no one left at risk. All she will be doing is putting herself and the rest of us in jail.’

‘Do you think she’ll go with that?’ asked Sindri.

‘She might.’

‘And if she doesn’t?’ Isak asked.

Bjorn shrugged. ‘I don’t know. It seems to me the police are going to catch us anyway. They are getting closer. They’ve started asking questions about Isak. Once we’ve got Ingolfur Arnarson maybe we should just accept what’s coming to us.’

‘No!’ said Isak. ‘When we started this we never intended to give ourselves up at the end. That’s why we chose to operate abroad. The aim was always to walk away once we were finished.’

‘Maybe we’ll start something,’ said Sindri. ‘You know, a real revolution, not a pots-and-pans one.’

‘I think it will take more time,’ said Isak. ‘It seems to me that the people are too busy apologizing to the British.’

‘How do you know?’ said Sindri. ‘You’ve been in London.’

‘I can read the Icelandic news sites on the Internet.’

‘Yeah, well, there’s other stuff on the web. Some people are getting really angry. There’s an Icesave meeting this afternoon. We’ll see what happens there.’

‘Are you going?’ said Isak.

‘Of course I’m going,’ said Sindri. ‘I want to be there when it happens.’

Isak leaned forward. ‘Look, Sindri. I believe that capitalism is dead as much as you do. But whereas Marx and Engels thought it would die through oppressing the workers, it turns out that it is strangling itself through debt. And it’s here in Iceland where there is way too much debt. We’ve OD’d, we’re the first to go. But it’s going to take time for the people to realize that. Which is why we mustn’t be caught. We need to be around for the next few years to see the revolution through.’

Bjorn watched the two of them argue. He had no views on a revolution. The idea had appealed briefly at first, but all he had really wanted to do was to make sure that the bastards who had ruined his country were brought to justice. Not all of them, that was impossible, but enough of them to make the point.

‘Which brings me back to Harpa,’ Isak said. ‘We need a better plan.’

‘Like what?’ said Bjorn. ‘You’re not suggesting we kill her, are you?’

Isak held Bjorn’s eyes.

‘Of course Isak isn’t suggesting that we kill her,’ Sindri said. ‘Are you, Isak?’

‘No,’ said Isak, without conviction.

‘Because she’s a totally innocent bystander,’ Bjorn said. ‘I mean Julian Lister deserves it. Oskar deserved it. Even Gabriel Orn deserved it. But not Harpa.’

‘Of course not,’ said Sindri. ‘Let’s figure it out once Ingolfur Arnarson has been dealt with, eh?’

They agreed to leave the Pearl one at a time. Bjorn went first, he had things to do.

Sindri and Isak stared out over the airfield and the Atlantic beyond.

‘You know we are going to have to do something about Harpa,’ Isak said. ‘Once he drugs her and drags her off somewhere, she’s not going to keep quiet.’

‘She might,’ said Sindri.

‘She won’t,’ said Isak. ‘You know she won’t.’

‘We can’t kill her, Isak. Bjorn’s right. She’s innocent. I can convince myself that killing Oskar or Julian Lister is necessary, that they deserve to die. But not Harpa. She was just the wrong person at the wrong time.’

‘Sindri, it would be nice if the world worked like that, but you know it doesn’t. If a revolution is to be successful, its leaders must be ruthless. You know that. You’ve read your history. Lenin, Trotsky, Mao, Che Guevara, Fidel Castro, even the Africa National Congress in South Africa. There are times when innocent people have to die for the revolution to succeed. Sure, you keep those deaths to a minimum. But you don’t back away from them. Because if you do, you are letting down the people.’

‘Yeah, but this is Iceland, not Russia.’

‘Sindri, I’ve read your book. Three times. It’s good, it’s very good. My father is a member of the Independence Party. He was a Minister. I’ve seen the complacency of the establishment in Iceland, the way they have been seduced by the capitalists, the way that what was one of the most decent, egalitarian societies in Europe has changed into one of the most unequal. My father and his mates were responsible for that. Capitalism is a sickness, and our country has got that sickness very bad. We’re close to death.’

Sindri frowned.

‘You can’t be squeamish, Sindri. You of all people should know that. You taught me that. From the moment that banker Gabriel Orn died, we crossed a line. We can’t go back over it now, not after Oskar Gunnarsson. We’re committed. But at least we are doing it all for a purpose. Don’t sabotage that purpose now. Otherwise everything else we have done becomes a waste of time. Then we really will have been murderers.’

Sindri shook his head and folded his arms. ‘I won’t be a part of killing anybody.’ He corrected himself. ‘Anybody