Authors: Arnaldur Indridason

Outrage (31 page)

‘Was it in the west of town?’

‘Not far from the centre, near the dry dock. That’s where Runolfur was working.’

‘Runolfur worked at the dry dock?’

‘Yes. He said he worked there part-time when he was at college.’

‘Did you meet this Edvard at all?’

‘No, Runolfur just told me about him. Made fun of him. That’s why I can recall it so clearly - I remember being struck by how nasty Runolfur was about him. He called him a wimp, but of course Runolfur was …’

Valdimar did not complete the sentence. Elinborg had taken out her mobile phone and at that instant a police car drew up outside. Two uniformed officers got out. Elinborg looked at Valdimar.

He hesitated, looked around him, passed a callused hand over the tractor seat, and glanced at the half-open tool lockers.

‘Will I get long?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know,’ answered Elinborg.

‘I don’t regret what I did,’ said Valdimar. ‘And I never will.’

‘Come on,’ said Elinborg. ‘Let’s get this over with.’

For seven hours Edvard sat in an interview room while his home was searched, without result. Elinborg questioned him repeatedly about the period when Runolfur had lodged with him, and before long Edvard admitted that he had rented a room to Runolfur temporarily while he was flat-hunting. That was around the time of Lilja’s disappearance. Edvard also confirmed that Runolfur had been working at the dry dock, a short walk away, but he claimed to have no idea if Lilja had come to his home and met Runolfur. He maintained that he knew nothing of whether Runolfur might have harmed the girl - and that he himself had certainly not touched her.

‘Did you give Lilja a lift to Reykjavik?’

‘No.’

‘Did you drop her off at the shopping centre?’

‘No, I didn’t.’

‘What did you and Lilja talk about on the way to town?’

‘I didn’t drive her anywhere.’

‘She was looking for a birthday present for her grandad - did she mention that at all?’

Edvard said nothing.

‘What else did you discuss? Did she talk about visiting you?’

Edvard shook his head.

‘Did you offer her a lift back to Akranes?’

‘No.’

‘Why did you offer girls from the college lifts into Reykjavik? What did you want from them?’

‘I didn’t.’

‘We know you did - at least once.’

‘That’s not true. She’s lying.’

‘Did Runolfur get you to offer Lilja a lift?’

‘No. I never gave her a lift.’

‘Did you ever hear Runolfur talking about Lilja?’

‘No. Never.’

‘Did you talk to him about Lilja?’

‘No.’

‘Did you kill Lilja in your home?’

‘No. She was never there.’

‘Was there anything odd about Runolfur’s behaviour around that time?’

‘No. He was always exactly the same.’

‘Did you suggest to Lilja that she might like to call round after she’d finished her shopping?’

Edvard did not answer.

‘Did she have some reason to visit you?’

Edvard still did not speak.

‘Did she know where you lived?’

‘She could easily have looked me up in the phone book. I don’t know.’

‘Did Runolfur kill Lilja in your home?’

‘No.’

‘Did he dispose of her body at the dry dock?’

‘The dry dock?’

‘Well, that was where he was working.’

‘I’ve no idea what you’re on about.’

‘Did you help him get rid of the body?’

‘No.’

‘Did you suspect that Runolfur was involved in her disappearance? Has it been preying on your mind ever since?’

Edvard hesitated.

‘Did you suspect …?’

‘I don’t know anything about what happened to Lilja. Nothing whatsoever.’

Elinborg went on questioning Edvard for hours but got no more out of him.

She had no hard evidence, nothing to support her theory that Lilja had been killed by Runolfur at Edvard’s house six years before. And, even if she was right, Edvard might have remained ignorant of it. He could be lying, but it would be difficult to prove.

The previous day Elinborg had brought Valdimar to Reykjavik, where he had been remanded in custody. Konrad and Nina were released, and were reunited with the rest of the family in Elinborg’s office at police headquarters. The eldest son had flown home from San Francisco. The reunion was not a joyful one: Nina was still traumatised by having believed that she had killed a man and although she and her father had now been exonerated, she would nonetheless have to confront her demons.

‘There’s someone I think you should meet,’ said Elinborg. ‘Her name’s Unnur.’

‘Who is she?’

‘She knows what you’ve been through. I’m sure she’ll want to meet you, too.’

They shook hands on parting. ‘Just let me know, and I’ll put you in touch with her,’ said Elinborg.

She escorted Edvard off the premises, then went to her car. Instead of driving home she headed for Thingholt, to Runolfur’s flat. She had the keys with her. Before long the place would be handed back to the landlord and new tenants would move in. As she drove, Elinborg’s mind went to Erlendur: that morning she had received a disquieting phone call.

‘Is that Elinborg?’ said a jaded male voice. ‘I was told I should speak to you. It’s about a rental car that’s standing outside the churchyard here.’

‘Where?’

‘Here in Eskifjordur. It’s parked by the churchyard. There’s no one in it.’

‘And what’s that got to do with me?’ asked Elinborg.

‘I ran the number and found out it was a rental vehicle.’

‘Yes, so you said. Are you with the police there?’

‘Yes, sorry - didn’t I say? It was hired to someone who I’m told works with you.’

‘Who?’

‘It’s rented to someone called Erlendur Sveinsson.’

‘Erlendur?’

‘The rental company says he’s with Reykjavik CID.’

‘Yes, he is.’

‘Do you know what he’s doing over here?’

‘No,’ answered Elinborg. ‘He went on leave a fortnight ago. He said he was going to the East Fjords, but that’s all I know.’

‘I see. The car’s been here for a while. It was parked in front of the church gate so we had to move it, but we haven’t been able to trace the driver. I mean, it’s all right, but I felt I should check, since it was left there - by the churchyard.’

‘I’m sorry. I can’t help you at all.’

‘No, well, never mind. Thank you.’

‘Goodbye.’

Elinborg switched on the lights in the kitchen, living room and bedroom of Runolfur’s flat. She thought about the phone call from Eskifjordur but did not know what to make of it.

The crime scene had not been disturbed. Now Elinborg knew exactly what had taken place that night: how Nina had been brought there; how Valdimar, on his quest for revenge, had disturbed Runolfur during the rape; how Konrad had arrived on the scene to find his daughter in a state of confusion and despair. Elinborg could not make up her mind: had Runolfur got what he deserved? She did not really believe in poetic justice.

Elinborg had only a vague idea of what she was looking for; although she did not expect to find anything, she felt it was worth a try. Forensics had already combed through Runolfur’s home but Elinborg was looking for evidence of a different nature.

Starting in the kitchen, she opened every drawer and cupboard, examining pots and pans, bowls and cutlery. She searched the fridge and the freezer, stirred through an old tub of vanilla ice cream, went through the contents of a small wardrobe by the entrance, checked under the fuse-box cover and tapped at the parquet floor, looking for a secret hiding place. She ransacked the living room, turned an armchair upside down, removed all the cushions, took every item from the shelves. She examined the collectible superhero figures and gave them an experimental shake.

In the bedroom she lifted up the mattress, searched the two bedside tables, then opened the wardrobe and took out the clothes, examining each garment before laying it on the bed. She placed the shoes on the floor, stepped inside the wardrobe, and tapped at the sides and floor. She envisaged the dead man and the evil which flowed through him like a river of darkness - deep and cold and merciless.

Elinborg took her time, searching every inch of the flat. By the time she had finished it was the middle of the night.

She had not found what she was looking for.

No clue to the fate of the missing Akranes girl.

Elinborg lay down in bed next to Teddi and tried to sleep. Her mind craved peace but all she found was suffering and sadness.

‘Can’t sleep?’ whispered Teddi beside her in the dark.

‘Are you awake?’ she asked in surprise.

‘Good to have you home,’ said Teddi.

Elinborg kissed him and curled up against him. She knew she had a short, restless night ahead of her.

She thought of Theodora.

’
What is your job, Mum?
’

That innocent question entailed another, more important one: her little girl was gradually becoming aware of a world that was overwhelming and frightening. She might as well have asked her mother: ‘What kind of a world am I living in?’

Elinborg closed her eyes.

She saw Addy stumbling up out of the hollow by the river, looking around in terror in case the rapist returned to attack her again. In the community centre the dance went on. All she could think of was getting home without meeting anyone. She didn’t want to be seen, didn’t want anyone to know. She couldn’t tell anyone what he had done. When she reached home she locked all the doors and closed the windows, and in the kitchen she rocked back and forth, back and forth, trying to erase the horror from her mind. She wept and shook, and wept, and wept.

Elinborg buried her head in the pillow.

Far away, she heard a quiet knock at a door, saw a small fist raised to knock again, harder. She saw Lilja standing on Edvard’s doorstep. Runolfur appeared in the doorway.

‘Oh,’ said Lilja. ‘Isn’t this Edvard’s house?’

Runolfur smiled at her. He glanced around to check whether she was alone, whether there was anyone on the street to see them.

‘Yes, he’ll be home any time. Won’t you come in and wait?’

She hesitated. ‘I was going to …’

‘I’m expecting him back any minute.’

Lilja looked out to sea. She could see Akranes across the bay. Lilja was in the habit of trusting people. She was a well-brought-up, polite girl.

‘Do come in,’ said Runolfur.

‘All right. Thank you,’ she said.

Elinborg watched the door close behind them, and fell asleep, certain in the knowledge that it would never open again.

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