‘And Karólína?’
‘What of her?’
‘Did you tell her that you’d changed your mind?’
‘No, I hadn’t talked to her… I hadn’t spoken to her yet when I was told that María was dead.’
Erlendur’s mobile phone started ringing. He retrieved it from his coat pocket.
‘Hello, it’s Thorbergur,’ a voice said at the other end.
‘Who?’
‘Thorbergur, the diver. I’ve made a few trips to the lakes east of Reykjavík. I’m there now.’
‘Oh, yes, Thorbergur – I’m sorry, I was being dim. Is there any news?’
‘I think I’ve found something that will interest you. I’ve ordered a small crane and notified the police, of course. But I daren’t do anything more without you here.’
‘What have you found?’
‘A car. An Austin Mini. In the middle of the lake. I didn’t find anything in Sandkluftavatn, so I thought I’d check out the lakes round about. Was it freezing when they went missing?’
‘Yes, it’s not unlikely.’
‘She must have driven out on the lake. I’ll show you when you get here. I’m up at Lake Uxavatn.’
‘Was there anyone in the car?’
‘There are two bodies. A man and woman from what I can tell. Unrecognisable, of course, but it looks like they’re your people.’
Thorbergur was silent for a moment.
‘It looks like they’re your people, Erlendur,’ he repeated.
35
On his way to Lake Uxavatn Erlendur called the nursing home where the old man was lying at death’s door. They wouldn’t put him through. Apparently the old man was unlikely to survive the night and it was only a matter of time. Instead, Erlendur was connected to the doctor on duty who said that the patient might only have a couple of hours – or possibly even only a matter of minutes – left to live. It was impossible to say exactly how long but his time was running out swiftly.
Darkness was falling when Erlendur drove the Ford across the plain of Hofmannaflöt, past Mount Meyjarsaeti, along the shore of Lake Sandkluftavatn and then took a left turn in the direction of the Lundarreykjadalur valley. He saw a small crane taking up position at the northern end of Uxavatn. Thorbergur’s jeep was parked not far off. Erlendur parked his car on the road and walked over to the diver who was putting on his oxygen tanks. He was preparing to dive with the hook from the crane.
‘I was lucky,’ Thorbergur said after they had exchanged greetings. ‘I actually bumped into the car with my foot.’
‘You think it’s them?’
‘It’s the same car, at any rate. And there are two of them inside. I tried to shine a light on them. It’s not a pretty sight, as you can imagine.’
‘No, of course. Thank you for doing this for me.’
Thorbergur took a large hook from the crane driver and waded out with it until the water was waist deep, then submerged himself.
Erlendur and the crane driver stood on the shore, waiting for Thorbergur to resurface. The crane driver was a tall, thin man who knew only that there was a car in the lake, a car which probably contained two corpses. He tried to extract more information from Erlendur who was non-committal.
‘It’s an old case,’ he said. ‘A tragic old case that we’d long forgotten about, as it happens.’
Then he stood in silence, staring out over the lake, waiting for Thorbergur to re-emerge.
There had been little in the way of goodbyes when he’d left Baldvin. Erlendur had wanted to tell him how disgusted he was by what Baldvin and Karólína had done to María but he supposed there was little point. People who were capable of such an act would not be bothered by admonitions. They were not motivated by conscience or morals. Baldvin didn’t ask what would happen now concerning the investigation and Erlendur himself was in two minds. He didn’t know what to believe. Baldvin could deny the whole thing in court. He hadn’t told anyone except Erlendur what had really happened and Erlendur would have difficulty proving any of it. Baldvin would very probably be struck off if he admitted to having stopped María’s heart and resuscitated her again but that wouldn’t matter to him in the circumstances. It was impossible to say whether he would receive any punishment. The burden of proof lay with the prosecution and Erlendur’s investigation had not really produced any solid evidence. If Baldvin chose to change his statement when threatened with legal proceedings, he could simply deny having encouraged María’s death wish and having temporarily stopped her heart, let alone having murdered her. Erlendur had certain clues about the sequence of staged events that had tipped María towards suicide but the evidence was extremely tenuous. It was not possible to prosecute people for playing tricks, no matter how immoral those tricks might have been.
He saw Thorbergur’s head emerge from the water. The crane driver climbed into his vehicle. Thorbergur gave him a sign to start winding in the cable. Two police cars appeared on the road, driving fast, lights flashing. The winch on the crane started up. A thick steel cable moved slowly, inch by inch, under the winch that was winding it up.
Thorbergur climbed out on shore and took off his diving apparatus. He walked over to the Ford where Erlendur was standing with the passenger door open, listening to the evening news.
‘Well, you must be pleased,’ Thorbergur said.
‘I’m not sure,’ Erlendur replied.
‘Are you going to tell the families yourself?’
‘It may be too late in one case,’ Erlendur said. ‘The boy’s mother died some time ago and his father is on his deathbed. They say he could go any minute.’
‘You’ll have to hurry, then,’ Thorbergur said.
‘Is it yellow?’ Erlendur asked.
‘The car? Yes, it’s yellow.’
The crane roared. The two police cars drew up; four officers got out and walked towards them.
‘Are you chucking that out?’ Thorbergur asked.
He gestured at the defibrillator that Erlendur had put in the passenger seat of the Ford, the one from María and Baldvin’s boathouse. He had shoved it in the car after his conversation with Baldvin.
‘No,’ Erlendur said. ‘It’s connected to another case.’
‘Always plenty to do,’ Thorbergur said.
‘Yes. Unfortunately.’
‘It’s a long time since I’ve seen a piece of junk like that. Does anyone have any use for broken defibrillators?’
‘Yes,’ Erlendur said, absent-mindedly.
The steel cable made the water ripple and before long the car appeared.
‘Hang on – what do you mean, broken?’ Erlendur asked, giving Thorbergur a puzzled look.
‘What?’
‘You said the machine was broken.’
‘Can’t you tell?’
‘No, I don’t have a clue about these things.’
‘It’s completely useless. Look, this plug is kaput. And the wire here, the connection to the electrode is broken. No one can use this.’
‘But…’
‘What?’
‘Are you sure?’
‘I was in the fire brigade for years. This is just a piece of scrap.’
‘He said that he…’
Erlendur stared at Thorbergur.
‘It’s broken?’ he groaned.
The winch on the crane screeched as the Austin Mini reared slowly out of the water and crawled up the shore. The crane driver stopped the winch. The police officers drew nearer. Water, sand and mud poured from outside and inside the car until it was drained. Erlendur saw the shapes of two human bodies in the front seats. The car was covered in slime and pond weed but the yellow paint was still visible here and there on the sides. The glass in the windows was intact but the boot had opened.
Erlendur tried to open the passenger door but it was stuck fast. He went round to the driver’s side and saw that it was open a crack and there was a dent in it. Peering inside, he made out two skeletons. Gudrún, or Dúna, was sitting at the steering wheel. He could tell by her hair. He assumed that it was Davíd sitting beside her.