way: pack up and travel north with his dogs and avoid human contact. He would try to see how long he could last, and suspected it would be quite a few years. As long as the dogs stayed alive he could too; once they started dying, things would look different. When he was young his grandfather had taught him that out on the ice sheets his dogs were the hunter’s lifeline. Without them he wouldn’t get across quickly enough to survive. The distances between sources of sustenance were too long for travellers on foot to make it. Igimaq had often heard the story of the Danish cartographers who ran out of food in north-east Greenland and resorted to eating their dogs. They ate them one by one and after the last dog was gone, so was all their hope, and they died out in the wilderness. Their native guide made it the farthest and the expedition’s diary was found on his body, describing the men’s hardships in detail. Igimaq’s father had once taken him to visit a friend who knew how to read and allowed him to listen to excerpts from the diary, so that he would learn from the men’s mistakes. It had worked, and now Igimaq would sooner die of starvation than think of eating his dogs.
No, he would go nowhere for the time being. He had to remain here and fulfil his obligation even though it wasn’t clear to him how he ought to go about it. He stared up at the starry sky and tried to identify the animals that he was told people in other countries saw there. He failed to see any, but suddenly realized what he could do. He would have to fetch Usinna and get her out of there. He was not the only one who had been involved in her death and it was unclear whether Sikki and Naruana would find disappearing as easy as he would. Igimaq was a man, and he did not let others pay for his actions.
Chapter 27
Outside it was dark and windy, but that didn’t matter when it was warm and cosy inside the hotel. The breakfast was particularly good, especially in comparison to the hodgepodge that they had eaten over the last few mornings. Bella was the only one who complained about the conditions. She was extremely unhappy that there were only non-smoking rooms at the hotel. ‘I mean, we’re in Greenland. We can go out and kill the first thing we see and we can probably do everything we can think of inside this hotel, except for smoking. This is fucking lunacy.’ She stood up dramatically, grabbed her black jumper and dashed outside.
‘Has anyone heard from the police?’ The doctor wiped his mouth on a white napkin and laid it over his plate. ‘Will we receive permission to leave today?’
‘No, because they’re probably having the same problem as we did reaching the outside world. Unless they have satellite phones.’ Thora looked at the large clock hanging on the wall of the dining room. ‘It’s only just eight o’clock, so I doubt they’ve started doing anything.’ Iceland was two hours ahead, which meant everyone there was at work. They could use the time to call people and make enquiries about the case, but of course they would have to proceed carefully. In general it was better to meet people face to face than speak to them on the phone; if the phone conversation went badly they might not have any further opportunity to extract information from the people they’d interviewed. ‘What’s this Arnar like?’ she asked, directing her question at Fri?rikka, who sat opposite her. ‘How do you think he would take it if I called and asked him some questions? Maybe he could tell us something about these bones?’
‘Maybe,’ muttered Fri?rikka into her cup. She took a sip and put it down carefully on the saucer. ‘I haven’t seen him since Oddny Hildur’s disappearance, but we weren’t close at all. He kept pretty much to himself.’ The woman rubbed her freckled forehead and shut her eyes, as if she had a headache. Even her eyelids were freckled. ‘He’ll probably answer your questions if he can.’
‘Where can I find his phone number?’
‘I don’t have a number for him.’ Fri?rikka took out an old Nokia mobile from the pocket of her fleece jacket. ‘I’ll see if I put anything into my phone book, but I doubt it. We didn’t have mobile phones then, you see, and I didn’t know Arnar well enough for us to keep in touch in Iceland. The only person that I spent any time with was Oddny Hildur.’ She looked up from the phone and stuck it back in her pocket. ‘No, I don’t have anything.’
‘What about you, Eyjolfur?’
The young man was in the middle of a yawn but he suppressed it abruptly and shook his head. ‘No, I didn’t know him and I’ve never even known where he lives. Just look him up in the yellow pages on the Internet.’ Thora had thought of that, but the name Arnar Johannesson was extremely common and she’d wanted to take a shorter route. Eyjolfur turned to Fri?rikka and continued: ‘Maybe your ex-husband has his number?’ His voice was charged with nastiness. ‘They probably have the same group of friends. They seemed chummy enough at the Annual Ball back in the day.’
Fri?rikka did not reply, nor did she look up. No one besides Thora understood any of this, since Fri?rikka had entrusted Thora with the secret of her husband’s sexuality in private, and it was unlikely that she would have dropped hints about her husband to just anyone. Still, the story had presumably circulated among her co-workers while the divorce was taking place and Eyjolfur had clearly got wind of the reason for the divorce. Thora narrowed her eyes at Eyjolfur. ‘Well, how do we know that you aren’t also a member of that group’s inner circle? Either way, I’d have thought a young man like you would be less prejudiced about something like that.’
‘Hey, I was just trying to help.’ Eyjolfur didn’t take offence at Thora’s insinuation. ‘You don’t have to worry about me. If you want we can go to my room and I’ll prove it to you.’ He winked at her.
Luckily, Matthew was engaged in close conversation with the doctor and didn’t overhear this. ‘Thanks, but no thanks.’ At the same moment a young Greenlandic girl came to the table and offered them coffee refills. She had a warm, friendly smile and was very careful when filling their cups. ‘What are you doing here? Going up on the glacier?’ She spoke good English with a Danish accent.
‘We’re here because of the mine near Kaanneq. We’re on our way home to Iceland.’ The young woman nodded curtly. Her smile had disappeared as soon as she heard the name of the village. ‘Do you know the place?’
‘I visited it many years ago – I was there one summer to help my aunt. I found it fun as a child but I’m not sure I’d want to live there now.’ The woman shuffled her feet as she stood at the end of the table. ‘Are things progressing well with the mine?’ she asked. ‘I’ve heard there’ll be a lot of well-paid jobs there once it’s finished.’
‘It’s still in its preparatory stages,’ said Thora. ‘It’ll be some time before the actual work there begins.’ Finally, a talkative person who knew the area. She decided to pump the girl for information. ‘There was a small delay but hopefully they’ll be able to make up for the time lost. I understand some people are blaming the delays on the area they’ve chosen to work in. Doing any kind of work there seems to be frowned upon. Do you know anything about that?’
The young woman looked at Thora and seemed to be in two minds. It was probably due to some language difficulty, because after a few moments of deliberation, she replied hesitantly: ‘I was told not to go to the area when I lived there and naturally I heeded that advice. And I’ve often heard and read about the history of the settlement that was there before Kaanneq was built, as well as what happened to the inhabitants.’ She resumed her friendly expression, causing three furrows that had appeared on her forehead to vanish. ‘We’ve always loved scary stories and that one certainly fits the bill. The fact that there are photographs to accompany it makes it even juicier. You do know the story, don’t you?’
Thora said yes. ‘It’s no secret, is it? I imagine everyone who goes to the village gets to hear it?’
‘Yes, I suppose so. At least everyone in Tuku should know it.’ She saw that Thora did not understand what she meant. ‘Tuku is what you call Eastern Greenland.’
This simply confirmed what Thora already suspected. Everyone knew about it, so so what? If she wasn’t able to demonstrate that external factors had in some way contributed to the project being halted, it meant little to pull old stories out of a hat. ‘I understand that people have disappeared there,’ said Thora, trying not to imply that she was connected in some way with the disappearances. ‘Have you heard that?’
‘When I was there all those years ago, I was told that people who went there were in danger of going missing. This was followed by a story about a man who ignored everything he’d heard about the area and went there contrary to all warnings. He was never seen again. I don’t remember any other examples, and I don’t know when he was supposed to have vanished or anything else about him. It was just a story about a young hunter from
