‘OK, good, don’t lose him,’ she said blearily and clicked her communicator again. ‘Eiríkur, what news?’
‘Nobody home, chief. No answer when we banged on the door and the home phone isn’t answering either. Nothing to be seen through the windows.’
‘Hell. Where’s the damned woman got to?’
‘I’m starting to wonder if it was her we saw last night.’
‘Why do you think that?’
‘It was someone who knew their way around, I reckon, and slipped away in the dark. We were looking for someone going to her house, not someone coming from it.’
‘Use your discretion. Get inside if you can without doing too much damage and check if she’s there or not. If there’s any comeback, we can truthfully say that we were concerned for her well-being. All right?’
‘Sure, chief. After sitting here all night, Tinna really likes the idea of breaking Sunna María’s windows.’
Gunna wanted to laugh, but stopped herself. Her head was starting to pound. ‘Up to you, dear boy. But you’ll have to answer for any damage. Let me know when you’ve had a look.’
The van was making sedate progress back along Reykjanesbraut towards the city through the swelling rush hour traffic that Gunna reflected she would also be in the middle of on a normal day. Geiri hummed to himself, easily keeping the high-sided Trafic in sight as the streams of cars stopped and started, pushing his way across into the other lanes when he needed to and once flooring the accelerator when the van took an unexpected turn, pressing Gunna into the seat in the back.
She reflected that it was as well Orri drove fairly responsibly, and wondered why she was still in the back like a passenger in a taxi. As the van approached the intersection with Vesturlandsvegur and Geiri watched Orri join the lane of traffic heading for the city’s northern region and the countryside beyond, Gunna’s communicator clicked.
‘Gunna, you there?’ she heard Eiríkur call, for once forgetting proper communications protocol.
‘Yep, I’m here. What’s the score?’
‘The house is empty. Nobody here.’
‘Sure she’s not been dumped in the freezer?’
‘Already checked. She must have gone out the back door, around the house and walked away. There’s a footpath between the two houses and she must have gone up there.’
‘Hell and damnation.’
‘Want to put out an alert for her?’
‘Not yet. Her car’s there?’
‘There are two cars in the garage, and guess what? One of them’s a dark grey Audi A5, the same as someone saw in Borgarfjördur the night Vilhelm Thorleifsson was shot. It’s registered to Jón Vilberg Voss.’
‘Who has been in Paris for the last three months. Very convenient.’
Gunna felt the car slow down and looked up. The white van with Orri at the wheel had pulled into the exit lane and climbed a slope to the lights at the top, where it waited, eventually hauling itself past the lights and across the intersection bridge to another set of lights.
‘What’s happening, Geiri?’
‘Not sure. Looks like he’s heading into Grafarvogur. Unless he’s figured out he’s being followed and is doubling back on himself. We’ll see when the lights change.’
‘All right,’ Gunna said and went back to her communicator. ‘Eiríkur?’
‘Here.’
‘If there’s nothing happening, then get over to communications. Check the traffic on Orri’s phone, the mysterious one he’s been in touch with, and see if Sunna María’s phone can be tracked as well. I’ve already requested warrants for a bunch of mobile numbers, so check with the Laxdal if they aren’t there yet.’
‘Will do. And you?’
‘We’re tailing Orri in his work van. We’re up near Höfdabakki at the moment and it looks like he’s just driven into that new shopping centre there.’
He had to admit to himself, it didn’t feel bad to be back in the van and back at work. Dóri had been surprised to see him, but refrained from dropping the sarcastic comments the others let fall. The place had changed in the last couple of weeks, but with all the fuss of the police and being arrested a couple of times, he had hardly noticed it.
The old boys had a subdued feel about them now, nervous that their jobs were about to fall through, and while nobody missed Alex and his abrasive manner, the fact that he had died in such circumstances had left a clear mark on the staff.
Dóri had given him a couple of easy collections that would keep him busy for a few hours. He was still undecided about meeting the Voice. He felt he was in enough trouble already and he was nervous that he might not come out of a meeting unscathed, but meeting somewhere public should be safe enough. Of course, it wasn’t his fault that the police had caught up with him like that. Well, he admitted to himself, it had been his fault, but he could hardly be blamed for it.
As the van made its stately way up Vesturlandsvegur to the first pickup of the day, Orri wondered how long it would be before the police came calling again and how soon he would be hauled before a court. The thought had kept him awake last night, along with all the other question marks he felt had dropped into view in the last few days.
He had called Lísa’s phone twice and she hadn’t picked up. Would she come back? Could he persuade her to come back? He certainly missed her presence far more than he could have imagined, even though her pernickety ways sometimes irritated the hell out of him. And what about the Voice? The thought kept coming back to him and he wondered what was going to happen there.
He was already starting to regret having sent the man a message the night before to let him know he was temporarily free. It would have been so much simpler if the police had just shipped him off to Litla Hraun and helped him drop out of circulation for a few weeks; hopefully the whole thing could have blown over while he took it easy behind bars.
The ticket for the first pickup was at the top of the pile of four, the address in the newish shopping centre at Bíldshöfdi. No problem. Orri sat back and turned up the radio, trying to shut out all the unanswered questions he dearly wanted answers to.
There was a prickly feeling in her eyelids and she was certain that her eyes were red-rimmed after not enough hours of sleep. She knew that Geiri must also be close to exhaustion, having watched Orri’s flat all night, but he sat in the driver’s seat and looked over his shoulder at her.
‘What now?’
‘What time is it?’
‘Just before nine.’
Gunna got out of the car. The shock of the cold air made her gasp and she quickly got into the front seat next to Geiri.
‘You’re not tired?’
Geiri shook his head. ‘Yeah. But good for a few hours yet.’
Gunna wondered if she had ever seen him out of uniform before and decided she probably hadn’t. It seemed odd, sitting next to this bear of a man with as much stubble on his face as on his cropped head. Without his uniform, he looked like the kind of thug she would normally be wary of.
‘Our boy knows me, so I need to keep out of sight. How about you go inside and see if you can scrounge two cups of coffee from the bank?’
‘There’s a bank in there?’
‘Yep, opened a few months ago. There’s a coffee pot by the door for customers. I’ll buzz you if our boy shows up.’
Geiri walked towards the shopping centre’s entrance and the doors hissed open for him. Gunna’s heart was in her mouth as Orri came out of the same open doors, pushing a trolley in front of him stacked with a dozen boxes on a wooden pallet.
‘Shit,’ she cursed as Geiri went straight past Orri without looking at him, and made for the glass-sided bank in the bottom corner of the block-like shopping centre, where Gunna saw him chatting and flirting with a woman filling the coffee machine. Gunna ducked down as far out of sight as she dared and watched Orri load the van, stacking the boxes one at a time in the back before going back inside with the trolley and its empty pallet.
A few minutes later Geiri emerg
ed from the building, a plastic coffee cup in each hand, with Orri behind him.
‘Here you are. No sugar,’ he said as he got back in the driver’s seat.
‘You took your time. Didn’t they want to give you any coffee unless you opened an account?’
‘Talked her into it.’ Geiri grinned. His coat was half open, making the police emblem on his T-shirt visible. ‘And the cashier gave me her phone number.’
‘She’s probably looking up your financial records this minute to see if you’re trustworthy,’ Gunna said as Geiri allowed Orri’s van a head start.
Orri took the van back the way he had come. Gunna sipped her coffee and felt herself relax slightly as Geiri dropped back as far as he could without losing sight of the van in the distance. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was approaching ten o’clock. The rush-hour traffic had thinned and the roads were quieter now, but with faster-moving cars throwing up screens of water from the road behind them.
Geiri accelerated to close the gap again as the Reykjanesbraut intersection approached. He stared ahead intently at the white van as it dropped into the slip road.
‘Going back the way he came,’ he grunted, holding his hand out for the cup of coffee that Gunna held for him.
‘A long way to go for a few boxes.’
‘Someone’s paying, I suppose.’
‘Let’s see if he’s going back to the yard,’ Gunna said and spoke into her communicator. ‘Zero-four-fifty-one, ninety-five-fifty.’
‘Ninety-five-fifty, zero-four-fifty-one,’ Eiríkur responded smartly.
‘Still awake, then?’
‘Yeah. But Tinna’s taking a nap. I’m at comms. Nothing to report. No communications with the mystery phone and it seems to have been switched off at around six in the morning downtown. Orri’s phone has been tracked up to Höfdabakki and back towards town. Looks like he’s on Reykjanesbraut now.’
‘I know. We’re right behind him. And Sunna María’s phone?’
‘We don’t have a warrant yet to track it, the Laxdal’s working on it but it might take a while. But I can tell you it’s in Kópavogur.’
‘She may have left it behind, I suppose, but it wouldn’t be like her.’
It was another shopping centre. This time Orri parked in Hafnarfjördur and sauntered into the shopping centre, leaving the van in the public car park.
‘What now?’
‘One of us is going to have to keep an eye on him, and it can’t be me,’ Gunna said.
Geiri nodded and pulled on a wool hat that came down to his eyebrows. ‘Let’s just hope I don’t look too much like a copper out of uniform, eh?’
‘Out of uniform, you look nothing like a copper,’ Gunna assured him. ‘Be discreet and let me know what he’s up to.’
She fretted in the car, wondering if Orri had noticed the tail back and forth through Reykjavík, and concerned that Geiri would look suspicious in there. Gunna fidgeted with her phone and checked her text messages, trying to think through what Orri might be doing and why.
Her phone ringing startled her and she answered immediately. ‘Gunnhildur.’
‘Orri’s in the café. With a woman. Tall, blonde,’ she heard Geiri mutter.
‘A woman? It’s not Sunna María, is it?’
‘I don’t know. I can only see the back of her head and I daren’t go any closer.’
‘Where are you now?’
‘In the kiosk opposite, looking through the magazines.’
‘OK, keep an eye on them, but not for too long.’
Orri had expected to see the hook-nosed man. He looked around the café, his phone in his hand, searching for him, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw a blonde woman smile at him. The last time he had seen her was when she had been on the other side of the hall doorway with her legs wrapped around the man he knew as the Voice.
‘It’s Orri, isn’t it?’ she said in a slightly husky voice that was undeniably the same as the one he’d heard that night through the door. ‘Bruno asked me to meet you. I hope you don’t mind? I’m having a latte. What can I get you? The same?’
‘Er . . . just a coffee. Where’s . . . ?’
‘Bruno? He’ll be here shortly. He asked me to meet you as he’s been held up for ten minutes. Would you like something to eat as well?’
Orri sat down, confused. Why was the dentist’s attractive wife here to meet him? ‘Bruno?’ he asked himself as he sat at a table and looked out of the rain-splashed window at the car park where the van was parked, telling himself that he could manage twenty minutes or so before his next collection and then back to the depot. Not seeing the Voice was a surprise and it had shaken him to understand that the dentist’s wife and the Baltic thug were clearly working together rather than straightforward lovers while the dentist was out of the country.
He looked round and saw her at the counter, pouring milk into a mug and dropping a wrapper into the bin next to it. She smiled broadly as she appeared with a tray, placing a mug in front of him and arranging a tall milky concoction for herself and a plate with strips of rich Danish pastry between them.
‘I must say it’s nice to meet you properly,’ Sunna María said, sinking perfect white teeth into a slice of pastry.
‘We haven’t met before, have we?’
‘In a strange kind of way, we have,’ she said and Orri wondered if she knew he had been in her house more than once. The smile became glassy as Orri took a mouthful of coffee and she watched approvingly. ‘Want some?’ she invited, pushing the plate of pastries towards him. ‘I’m terrible. I never have breakfast and then I’m always starving by mid-morning.’
He nibbled a pastry without much appetite. ‘So if we have met, where was that?’
‘You want a refill?’ Sunna María asked, nodding at his mug.
‘All right, then.’
She stood up to return with a second mug of coffee and put in front of him.
‘You didn’t answer my question. Where have I seen you before?’
‘You’ve been to my house, Orri,’ she said sweetly. ‘And to the house I own along the street. I have a few motion sensor cameras here and there, and it wasn’t that hard to figure you out.’
‘Oh,’ Orri sat crestfallen, wondering what to say as she reached out and patted his hand. He tried to draw his hand back but his fingers felt numb.
‘Then you appeared one night and we met in the cellar. I thought Bruno was a little harsh on you, but that’s his business.’
‘That was you?’ Orri wanted to stand up and overturn the table, but found himself welded to his chair, watching Sunna María bite into another slice of pastry.
‘It was, I’m afraid. Are you feeling all right, Orri?’ she said, standing up and dusting crumbs from her fingers with the same enchanting smile. ‘I’ll help you back to the van. You don’t want to embarrass yourself in here, do you?’
Big Geiri hurried out of the shopping centre and sat heavily in the driver’s seat.
‘There’s something odd going on in there. Our boy’s had a funny turn or something, and she’s helping him out,’ he said, switching on the engine and watching over the steering wheel as Orri came out of the shopping centre, unsteady on his feet and with Sunna María, an arm firmly around his waist, propping him up and steering him towards the van.
‘What the hell’s going on?’ Gunna muttered to herself. ‘He looks drunk.’
‘He had two cups of coffee and that’s all.’
‘Zero-four-fifty-one, ninety-five-fifty,’ Gunna called into her communicator. ‘Speak to me, Eiríkur.’
‘Ninety-five-fifty, zero-four-fifty-one. Nothing new here.’
‘There is here. Listen, I want some backup ready in the background and I reckon we’re going to need an ambulance as well. You can follow me on the tracker, so I want them ready when I need them. Got that?’
‘There’s a traffic unit round the corner on the main road and a squad car at the Hafnarfjördur station. I’ll get those ready to go for you. What’s happe
ning?’
‘I have Sunna María and Orri apparently heading towards Green Bay’s van and it looks very strange. I really want to grab the pair of them, but I don’t want to move until our mystery man shows up,’ Gunna replied. ‘If he shows up, that is.’ Gunna impatiently wiped the windscreen with her sleeve. ‘Can you see what’s happening, Geiri?’
‘No, looks like they’re round the other side,’ he replied, letting the Golf creep forward. ‘There’s something going on round there. Hang on, he’s moving.’
‘Sunna María isn’t. Surely Orri’s not driving the van if can hardly stand up?’ Gunna said, pointing to the blonde figure in a belted raincoat getting into a black Mercedes four-by-four. ‘So which one do we keep track of now?’ She clicked her communicator. ‘Eiríkur, still there?’
‘Listening, chief.’
‘We have two people to follow, Sunna María in a Mercedes four-by-four,’ she said, reading out the car’s registration. ‘Got that?’
‘Got it.’
‘And Orri in the white Trafic. You have the number, don’t you?’
‘Got that as well.’
The Golf moved off as the van swung out of the car park. Gunna put a hand on Geiri’s elbow. ‘Wait a second. Let the Merc go as well,’ she said. Geiri stopped and the four-by-four sped too fast through some puddles and followed the van. ‘Now go,’ she said, as the Golf was already rolling forward.
‘That’s not our boy driving the van,’ Geiri said. ‘There’s someone else there and it’s not him.’
‘You’re sure?’
‘I think so. It’s someone who sits higher than the guy we were tailing before, and whoever’s driving isn’t wearing a high-viz vest like our boy was.’
‘Right, keep in sight,’ Gunna said as they followed the van and the four-by-four along the waterfront and then up the hill. Instead of taking the turnoff to the main road, the van carried on towards the trading estate where Green Bay Dispatch had its depot.
‘Back to the yard, it seems?’
‘I don’t like it. Why’s Sunna María going that way as well?’ Gunna growled, reaching for her mouthpiece. ‘Eiríkur? What’s the situation on backup?’
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