Silence of the Grave by Arnaldur Indriðason Read Free Book Online Page B

have gone, then ran to two of her old friends from the time she worked for the merchant, barged his way in and called out to her and the children, then ran back out without a word and disappeared.
She arrived in Siglufjördur at two o'clock in the morning after travelling almost non-stop all day. The coach had made three stops to allow the passengers to stretch their legs, eat their packed lunches or buy a meal. She had taken sandwiches and bottles of milk, but they were hungry again when the bus drew into Haganesvík in Fljót, where a boat was waiting to ferry the passengers to Siglufjördur, in the cold of night. After she found the workers' dormitory, the foreman showed her into a little room with a single bed and lent her a mattress to spread on the floor, with two blankets, and they spent their first night of freedom there. The children fell asleep the moment they touched the mattress, but she lay in bed staring out into the darkness and, unable to control the trembling that passed through her whole body, she broke down and wept.
He found her a few days later. One possibility that occurred to him was that she had left the city, perhaps by bus, so he went down to the station, asked around and found out that his wife and children had taken the northbound bus to Siglufjördur. He spoke to the driver who remembered the woman and children clearly, especially the disabled girl. He caught the next coach north and was in Siglufjördur just after midnight. Threading his way from one dormitory to the next, he eventually found her asleep in her little room, shown the way by a foreman he had woken up. He explained matters to the foreman. She had gone to the village ahead of him, he said, but they probably would not be staying very long.
He crept into the room. A dull glow entered from the street through a small window and he stepped over the children on the mattress, bent over her until their faces almost touched, and shook her. She was fast asleep and he shook her again, more roughly, until she opened her eyes, and he smiled when he saw the genuine terror in her eyes. She was about to scream for help, but he put his hand over her mouth.
"Did you seriously think you'd manage it?" he whispered threateningly.
She stared up at him.
"Did you seriously think it'd be that easy?"
She shook her head slowly.
"Do you know what I really want to do now?" he hissed between his clenched teeth. "I want to take that girl up the mountainside and kill her, and bury her where no one will ever find her, and say the poor bugger must have crawled into the sea. And you know what? That's what I'm going to do. I'll do it this minute. If there's as much as a squeak from the boy I'll kill him too. Say he crawled into the sea after her."
She gave a low whimper when she darted a look at the children, and he smiled. He took his hand from her mouth.
"I'll never do it again," she groaned. "Never. I'll never do it again. Sorry. Sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Sorry. I'm crazy. I know. I'm crazy. Don't let the children pay for it. Hit me. Hit me. As hard as you can. Hit me as hard as you can. We can leave if you want."
Her desperation repulsed him.
"No, no," he said. "This is what you want. So let's just have it your way."
He made as if to reach out for Mikkelína who was sleeping by Símon's side, but the girl's mother grabbed his hand, frightened out of her wits.
"Look," she said, hitting herself in the face. "Look." She tugged at her hair. "Look." She sat up and threw herself back against the cast-iron head of the bed, and whether she meant to or not she knocked herself out cold and slumped before him, unconscious.
They started back early the next morning. She had been working at the fish factory for a few days and he went with her to collect her wages. By working in the salting yard she could keep an eye on her children, who played nearby or stayed in the room. He explained to the foreman that they were going back to Reykjavík. They had received news