was ever there at all.”
She traced the road in which Bjartmar’s house stood with one finger, before skipping across the next road to the one beyond it.
“Bjartmar’s house is in the furthest street but one in that district,” Eirikur observed. “So if our man escaped on foot, he must have gone downhill, because there’s only one street of these yuppie mansions, and then lava fields behind it.”
“Until some bright spark like the late lamented Bjartmar feels a need to build on it,” Gunna added.
“Yeah, chief. Look, though. Our friend does a runner. No point going uphill, there’s nothing there and no way out. Downhill, back towards Hafnarfjordur. So even if the van was nothing to do with him, he would have gone down there anyway,” Eirikur continued.
“Yes, and look here,” Gunna pointed out. “In case neither of you had noticed, there are only two ways out of that district. So if you can find some CCTV footage from a minute or two after the shooting that shows a white van, then we might be on to something.”
“You should apply for promotion, Gunna. With brains like that, you’re wasted on us,” Helgi assured her, while Gunna took a moment to decide that the comment didn’t warrant a sharp reply. “As it happens, my young colleague has already been busily searching out CCTV footage. But what have you been doing, chief?”
“I’ve been annoying our elected representatives once again.”
“You’ve made something of a habit of that over the years, I hear,” Helgi said.
“That’s what those idiots are there for,” Gunna retorted. “Remember Hogni Sigurgeirsson?”
“Who?”
“Svana Geirs’ little brother.”
“Yeah, a leery bastard if I recall correctly.”
“Hmm. A very insightful analysis, Helgi, and right on the money. He was here last week.”
Helgi’s brows knitted. “What for?”
“Pissed and making a nuisance of himself, or so Kaya upstairs says, but he passed himself off as someone else.”
“You’ve been to see Kaya?” Eirikur asked, awe in his voice. “Alone?”
“Yes. What of it?”
“Watch yourself, chief,” Eirikur said as Helgi laughed. “She’s a right lezzie, that one is.”
“Ach, get away with you.”
“True, chief,” Eirikur said. “An out-and-out lady in comfy shoes.”
“Private is private, boys. Leave that stuff outside work, will you?” Gunna admonished. “Eirikur, you were with me when we interviewed Svana’s parents. Can you find the phone numbers, please, especially the number for Hogni.”
Pink at the ear lobes after having been gently scolded, Eirikur went to do as he was told and disappeared behind his partition.
“Don’t encourage the boy, Helgi,” Gunna murmured to him. “Gossip is one thing, but it’s different when it’s in here. I know Kaya lives with a woman, but she doesn’t need her personal life raked over by everyone in the building.”
“Sorry, chief.”
“Will you get on to Steingrimur and find out how far his team extended their hot search around Bjartmar’s house? All right?”
“Already on to it. What about you?”
Gunna sighed. “S?valdur’s holding another briefing at five. You know, I have a nasty feeling he’s angling to take over Orlygur Sveinsson’s duties, assuming Orlygur’s back finally gets him retired. Now, that would be fun and games, wouldn’t it?”
Helgi looked blank.
“But right now, I’m going to have a little drive in the country while you gentlemen get some real work done,” she said cheerfully. “See you at Super-S?valdur’s briefing.”
• • •
THE DOOR CLANGED behind them and the warder took his place next to it as Ommi lounged behind the table. Gunna eyed him curiously. She suspected that his tough veneer was thinner than before.
“You know who I am, Ommi, so let’s go straight to it, shall we?”
“You know my mum, don’t you?” Ommi asked. “How is the old bag these days? Haven’t seen her for years.”
“She’s fine, as far as I know. It’s not as if I see her very often.”
“And how are the rest of the idiots in that dump?”
“You tell me, Ommi. You were there not long ago.”
“Haven’t been there for years,” he said sharply. “You’d have to pay me to go near that hole.”
Gunna looked him squarely in the eyes. “Ommi, let’s leave out the crap, just for once. I know that you and another man, probably that deadbeat Addi the Pill, went out to Hvalvik looking for your old friend Oskar. I have enough witnesses and evidence to place you there on that day and I’m not interested in listening to you arguing about it. Understand?”
“Evidence, yeah. You can fix up a few witnesses easily enough to lie for you in court.”
Gunna declined to rise to the bait. “It’s your pension scheme I’m interested in, Ommi. Tell me what the arrangement was.”
Looking him in the face, Gunna was silently pleased to see a moment’s panic behind the facade before Ommi’s sharp-cut features returned to their normal sneer.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Who really killed Steindor Hjalmarsson? Ommi, I know it wasn’t you, so who have you been doing the time for?”
“You’re talking shit now.”
“Am I? You’ve been inside for the best part of nine years and would have been out next year. In those nine years there have been some fantastic advances in forensic science. There’s all kinds of evidence from the crime scene that’s been carefully preserved that we can take a much better look at these days. A victim’s clothes, that sort of thing. We don’t throw anything away and you’d be amazed what we can come up with now.”
“Don’t be stupid. The guy got in my way, so I smacked him. That’s what happened. He saw me outside afterwards and wanted another go, so I gave it to him.”
“No, Ommi. You were inside the whole time. I have witnesses who state that you didn’t leave the building.”
“What witnesses?”
“Never you mind. They’re there,” Gunna said. “You know, it’s very strange, this is. Normally it’s the other way round: crims trying to tell me they didn’t do things. Why are you so keen to be guilty, Ommi? Normally you’d have been screaming blue murder about police brutality, fabricated evidence and miscarriages of justice.”
“Show me these witnesses.”
“All in good time. This isn’t a formal interview. You’re not going anywhere and we’ve plenty of time to go through it all with you in every painful detail.”
This time Ommi looked genuinely uncomfortable. “What have you been told?”
“All kinds of interesting stuff. You’d be surprised what clear memories people have, even after all these years.”
“Was it Selma?”
“I can’t tell you now, Ommi.”
“Skari?”
“So you have seen Skari?” Gunna asked quickly.
“I didn’t say that.”
“But I’ve spoken to him, and very interesting it was. He’s not the brightest, is he?”
This time Ommi glared sullenly, but Gunna could sense that there were a dozen questions eating away at him.
“I’m interested in what happened that night when Steindor Hjalmarsson was murdered, but you know what,
