"Hey, mate. I don"t know anyone called Baddo," he protested.
Eirikur took out his phone and punched in a number. "It"s ringing," he said, leaving the phone on the table with the loudspeaker on.
"Where"s your phone, Hinrik?" Eirikur asked.
"I don"t know. It"s somewhere."
"It"s somewhere here, but where?"
Hinrik shrugged and spread his arms wide, as if to demonstrate his innocence, until the door creaked open and one of the searchers came in with a grin on his face. A cheap mobile phone buzzed and flashed in his gloved hand. "Is that one of you sneaky b.a.s.t.a.r.ds calling our boy"s phone?"
"Could be," Eirikur said, taking the vibrating phone and dropping it in an evidence bag before placing it on the table, where it continued to demand attention until he ended the call on his own phone. A "missed call" message and a sad-faced smiley icon appeared on the phone in the bag.
"That must be Ragga"s phone. She"s a sloppy cow and she was looking for it last night."
"That"s your phone. It"s going from here to the lab and don"t think for a second that your dabs aren"t all over it. Now, back to business. Where"s Baddo?"
"Honestly, mate," Hinrik said. "I don"t know any Baddo."
"Firstly, I"m not your mate. Secondly, Hrobjartur Bjarnthorsson. He used to go by the name of Bigfoot, and you know him well enough. He"s called that phone of yours half a dozen times in the last week. So don"t give me bulls.h.i.t, Hinrik, and don"t imagine that this is about a few bags of gra.s.s. Baddo"s facing a murder charge when we catch up with him and you"ve a good chance of winding up in the next cell."
Any remaining colour drained from Hinrik"s face, which his nocturnal lifestyle had already endowed with a pasty pallor.
"What"s he done?" Hinrik croaked, his throat left dry by the rapidly rising stakes.
"All in good time, Hinrik. All in good time," Eirikur a.s.sured him. "I think you"ll be safe cancelling all your appointments for the rest of the day. You and Ragga are both going to Hverfisgata with us for a very detailed chat. But first you"d best tell us where your old pal Baddo has got to."
"I don"t know," Hinrik said miserably and Eirikur could see that for once Hinrik would be happy to talk. "I reckon he"s been living with his sister these last few months, since he turned up all of a sudden from the Baltic. But he"s been keeping his head down. There are people who have unfinished business with Baddo and he doesn"t have too many friends."
"Like asi asu?"
"Don"t make me laugh. asi"s a brain-dead dopehead who was still in short trousers when Baddo left the country. There are bigger fish who want to see Baddo"s knees broken."
"Such as?"
"Mundi."
"Mundi Gretars, you mean?"
"Among others. Mundi has a long memory."
"Go on," Eirikur prompted. "A quick history lesson."
Hinrik sighed and grimaced, glancing towards the door. "Mundi had a big deal going on. This was years ago, you remember. You lot busted Mundi"s courier. Mundi lost a ton of cash that went up in smoke and he reckoned Baddo had gra.s.sed. Like I said, Mundi never forgets."
"So where is he now?"
"Mundi?" Hinrik cackled. "Mundi"s somewhere warm, I reckon. He doesn"t get his hands dirty."
"No. Where"s Baddo?"
"I guess you"ve been to Maria"s place. If he"s not there, then don"t ask me. He"s been seeing a woman these last few days, so maybe he"s with her? I don"t know."
"Name?"
"She"s called Ebba. Lives somewhere up the top end of Kleppsvegur. That"s all I know."
Eirikur picked up the phone in its bag from the table and scrolled through the memory.
"Not clever, Hinrik. Just as well you didn"t erase the call log," he told him. "Not that it matters much. Ah, here it is. Ten thirty-six yesterday morning you had a call that lasted just over four minutes. What did you and Baddo have to talk about?"
"Don"t know, mate."
"If you call me "mate" one more time, I"m going to ram this phone so far up your a.r.s.e, sideways, that your eyes will light up every time it rings. Now stop giving me this bulls.h.i.t and come clean, unless you want an extra five years on your sentence for obstructing a murder investigation."
Baddo had stopped at Kjalarnes the night before for a quick look around and knew where the house was. This time he stopped at the shop, filled the mud-coloured Hyundai"s tank and drank a paper cupful of bitter liquid that tried unconvincingly to pa.s.s for coffee. Refreshed by the caffeine and the cold, still morning air, he rolled slowly through the little settlement at Kjalarnes, past the rows of ordered houses to the single old wooden house beyond. An old farm building, he guessed, which had probably been there for years before the rows of silver-grey concrete terraced houses and the new school were built.
Baddo stopped the Hyundai behind a grey 4 4 that looked as if it had been there for a while, using it as a shield while he checked his phone for missed calls.
He punched in Joel Ingi"s number, but ended the call as the voicemail message began. Any message to that miserable young fool would be delivered in person, he decided.
The thought gave him a warm feeling, so much so that he found himself dreaming and almost missed the thickset man emerging from the house. Baddo sat up and paid attention, watching the place keenly. The man limped over to an old blue Land Rover by the door and started it with a cloud of white smoke before making his way back indoors. A minute later the man re-emerged, shepherding two small children into the back of the car, strapping them in carefully and putting a crutch inside with them.
Baddo hunched forward, pretending to be engrossed in his phone as the Land Rover chugged up the slope past him and into the distance.
"I"ve had the ministry on the phone twice already, and the National Commissioner wanting to know what the h.e.l.l"s going on," he said, making his way across the car park as Gunna strode along at his side, trying to match his pace. She had left Eirikur with Hinrik in an interview room, with instructions to be as tough on him as the law would allow.
"I have the closest links I"ve been able to find to Hrobjartur Bjarnthorsson so far being booked in right now. Either that skinny deadbeat knows where he is, or else he knows someone who does, and we need to beat it out of him," Gunna said. "Is the ministry getting its knickers in a twist over Joel Ingi Bragason?"
ivar Laxdal double-clicked the fob of his car key and the black Volvo on the other side of the yard flashed its lights obediently.
"I"m not sure, to be honest with you, but we"re going to find out," he said, his jaw set pugnaciously forward. "Get in," he instructed as the engine whispered into life and Gunna felt herself sink deep into the soft leather of the seats as ivar Laxdal accelerated out of the yard and into the street.
She wondered why they had driven the few hundred metres to the ministry when walking would have been quicker, but ivar Laxdal slotted the car into a s.p.a.ce marked clearly for the minister"s personal use and was halfway up the steps before Gunna was even out of the car.
A pale-faced Mar Einarsson was in the lobby, in earnest conversation with a buxom young woman. He looked up as they came through the main entrance, bypa.s.sing the reception desk. He hurried over and shook ivar Laxdal"s hand.
"This way, please. AEgir"s waiting for us upstairs," he said, ushering them into the lift. Gunna wondered if the drama was being overdone for their benefit, and as the lift closed, she wondered why the plump girl Mar had been speaking to so intently a few moments earlier appeared to be so tearful.
AEgir Larusson didn"t keep them waiting. In his own office rather than a meeting room, he glared at ivar Laxdal, who outstared him back until AEgir"s gaze dropped to the desk in front of him.
"I hardly think your missing young man is our problem," ivar Laxdal said. "Has he done anything illegal that we should know about?"
AEgir"s voice was a rasp that almost struck sparks off the stylish steel-framed furniture. "You knew this was important. We requested the highest priority weeks ago, and you did nothing."
"I take it you"re referring to this hopeless idea that we might be able to retrieve a computer that some overpaid clown mislaid? It hardly helped that you wouldn"t tell us what was so remarkable about this laptop, and it helps even less that the clown who lost it lied about how and where he last saw it."
AEgir"s eyes bulged for a moment and he took several deep breaths.
"You need to understand that there has been a considerable escalation in the urgency of the situation," Mar said in a businesslike voice that he clearly hoped would defuse the explosive atmosphere. "We appreciate that you have a heavy workload and that you have devoted resources to this, but the urgency of the situation has become an extremely serious issue, and there have been some rather sudden developments."
ivar Laxdal leaned back in the fashionable chair, causing the brushed steel tubing to flex alarmingly as his bulk was rearranged.
"Explain," he ordered. "What"s gone wrong to make things so urgent? The whole affair is as clear as mud anyway."
Mar looked sideways at AEgir, who nodded almost imperceptibly.
"My colleague Joel Ingi Bragason has disappeared."
"We know that. Has he been reported as a missing person? Or do you mean that you just don"t know where he is?"
Mar sighed. "Unfortunately we have a very good idea where he is. He"s in France, as far as we"re aware. At least, he boarded a flight to Paris late last night."
"You couldn"t have stopped him?"
"He left without any notice. As he"s travelling on a service pa.s.sport, French immigration had no reason to ask any questions."
"And we didn"t know he"d left the country until this morning," AEgir Larusson said, speaking for the first time and with an expression on his ugly face sour enough to curdle milk at a hundred paces.
"How come?" Gunna broke in, deciding to get between ivar Laxdal and the two ministry men in their identical suits.
"How come what?"
"I"m wondering why it took you so long to figure out he"d left the country. Why didn"t you know last night when he boarded his flight? And how come he was able to travel on a service pa.s.sport?"
"To start with, the ministry doesn"t keep tabs on its staff outside of working hours," AEgir said in an acid voice. "In the second place, Joel Ingi Bragason was part of the minister"s entourage several times last year and as such he was issued with a service pa.s.sport."
"This story about Joel Ingi"s computer being stolen by a pair of kids," Gunna said. "That"s bulls.h.i.t, right?"
"I couldn"t comment," AEgir said, startled at her bluntness, while behind him Mar"s face told her everything she needed to know.
"So how did he lose it?" Gunna continued. "Did he leave it in a taxi or a bar somewhere? Staked it at cards? Come on, tell me, will you? That way we might be able to find it for you."
AEgir simply shook his head and said nothing. Mar opened his mouth to speak and then closed it.
"All right," Gunna went on, watching the pair of them for reactions. "This morning we picked up a lowlife who it seems your precious Joel Ingi used as a go-between to commission an old friend of ours to track down guess what? A mislaid MacBook and the person who stole it from him, more than likely under some rather startling circ.u.mstances. We also have two deaths on our hands that this character is responsible for so far. Am I making myself clear?"
"Abundantly so, Gunnhildur," ivar Laxdal rumbled. "Maybe now it would be worth your while explaining what"s behind all this, and just why the disappearance of a clapped-out laptop has so far resulted in two corpses. Just so you"re aware, neither of them went happily."
AEgir opened his mouth but no sound came out, apart from a belated cough, while his face had begun to change from its usual ruddy complexion to something approaching beetroot.
"I think what my colleague is trying to say is that we are not at liberty to tell you any more than we already have, but this is a very serious matter and one that could cause the government a great deal of embarra.s.sment internationally," Mar said in a diplomatic tone, graced with a smile that conveyed apology, but no flexibility.
His face stung as he stepped out into the cold air and loped down the slope towards the solitary house along the tracks left by the Land Rover. It was still half dark and there was a single light to be seen in one window. He thought about knocking on the door, but decided against it. This would have to be quick and it would have to be brutal if necessary.
A strip of plastic was enough to deal with the worn lock on the back door, after which he found himself in a workshop with his feet swishing through wood shavings as he made for an outline of light leaking through an ill-fitting door. The moment he opened it, he felt his eyes itch and he swore quietly to himself as he stepped into the hall and went towards the sound of a radio and clattering dishes.
The woman"s back was to him as she stood at the sink. Baddo looked at the tall figure with the spiky hair and surveyed the old house"s kitchen. He leaned across one of the worktops and clicked a switch, shutting off the radio.
"AEi, Sif, what did you do that for?" The woman said in irritation without looking round.
"h.e.l.lo, Sonja," Baddo said quietly. "We meet at last."
Hekla spun around and her mouth dropped open. Baddo looked her up and down, appreciating what he saw, a strong young woman with long legs hidden in baggy tracksuit bottoms and a man"s white shirt covering plenty in the chest department. A shame to slap her about, he thought. But it has to be done, he reflected with a pang of regret. Business is business.
"Who?"
He stepped forward rapidly, taking her by surprise, delivering a swift punch to the stomach that knocked the breath out of her and made her gasp for air, while a slap with the back of his hand left her dazed. As she doubled up in shock, he buried a hand in her thick, short hair, pulled her head back and growled. "Not a word. Not a f.u.c.king word. Understand?"
Hekla nodded mutely, desperately fighting for breath, which came slowly as she began to pant in panic.
Unexpectedly, Baddo sneezed, swore and glared at the woman in front of him.
"I know who you are, I know what you"ve been up to. I know where you live and I know where your kids go to school. So don"t f.u.c.k about. Understood?" Baddo rasped, his eyes watering, and Hekla nodded mutely. "You have something I want. Where is it?"
"The pictures? They"re in the camera," Hekla gasped.
Pictures? Baddo wondered, quickly realizing this could be a bonus. "Where are they?"
"In the other room," Hekla said, regaining her breath, and Baddo saw her eyes widen as she looked past him.
"What"s going on here?" A cross, youthful voice demanded, and Baddo spun round to see a gawky teenage girl standing in the doorway.
"Sif, don"t ask any questions and do as the man says," Hekla instructed, her voice husky and faltering. "Go to the desk in the living room and get the small camera from the bottom drawer, right at the back. Now."
The girl disappeared and Baddo stared into Hekla"s eyes, seeing nothing but terror as they listened to Sif rummage in the other room. It seemed like an age before she returned, her hand held out. He took the camera from her and pressed the recall b.u.t.ton, scrolling through the pictures with a grin on his face.
"You have been a busy girl, haven"t you," he said and Hekla flushed.
"What"s this about?" Sif asked, peering through the untidy hair that framed her face.
"Never you mind. Now where"s the computer?"
"What computer?" Hekla asked and Baddo grasped a fistful of her white shirt, dragging her face to within a few inches of the ugly cut that ran down his cheek.
"I said, don"t mess me about. The one you took off one of your punters a few weeks ago."
"I don"t know where it went," Hekla said, desperately trying to avoid telling him that Sif had taken it.
"Stop, will you?" Sif squeaked, stepping forward and stopping as Baddo raised a hand. "It"s in Dad"s workshop. I put it back yesterday."
"Show me."
Baddo spun Hekla around, twisted one hand hard up behind her back until she gasped in pain, and marched her out of the kitchen and along the pa.s.sage, b.u.mping against the walls as she stumbled in front of him. In the dimly lit workshop, Sif fumbled among piles of boxes for the laptop case she knew should be there.
"Come on, will you? I don"t have all day," Baddo growled, wiping his running nose on the sleeve of his free arm as the other hand held Hekla over a workbench, her face in the sawdust and shavings. "For f.u.c.k"s sake, there it is," he said in disgust as Sif held out the laptop case, and at the same moment a fat black and white cat emerged from under the bench, purring and calling as it saw people in its domain.
Slackening his grip on Hekla"s arm, he reached for the laptop case and aimed a vicious kick at the cat as it stalked amiably towards him, its tail in the air.