‘I see.’ Thóra didn’t really expect an answer to her next question. ‘Have you made any progress in finding out how he came to be wrapped in canvas and sunk in the sea?’
‘Well, I can’t go into any detail,’ the detective replied, ‘but rest assured that the investigation’s in full swing. Though it doesn’t help that all the people involved are either dead or missing. It’s going to be tricky, but we hope to get to the bottom of it eventually.’
‘I hope you do.’ Thóra undid another button on her coat. The police budget cuts did not seem to extend to the central heating.
‘I don’t know if you’re aware but when we boarded the yacht after the crash, the only door we found locked was the one to the storeroom where Halldór’s body was suspended from the hatch. It’s hard to tell if it’s significant but the key was discovered in the corner of one of the stairwells.’
Thóra had not heard this before but regarded it as of secondary importance. ‘What about Loftur? Was he drowned as well?’
‘The same applies to this as to what I told you before; you must treat the information as confidential.’ Thóra merely nodded. ‘His body was in pretty bad shape after being immersed for so long in the sea, which means the postmortem results weren’t as unambiguous, but we’ve established that he drowned as well; the question is how he managed to do so in chlorinated seawater.’
‘Chlorinated?’
‘So it appears. We had to send some tissue samples abroad for testing to be absolutely certain and we haven’t had those results back yet, but I’d be surprised if they contradicted the earlier findings.’
‘What about Halldór? Did he drown in chlorinated seawater too?’
‘No. His lung tissue and other physical evidence indicate that he drowned in the usual manner.’ The man linked his hands behind his head and tipped back his chair. ‘Do you remember the Jacuzzi on one of the smaller decks?’
Thóra realised what he was implying. ‘Loftur drowned in that?’
‘In all likelihood. In fact, it’s the only real option.’ He lowered his arms, sat up in his chair and moved closer to the desk. ‘Of course it could happen to anyone, especially if they’re drunk, but that wasn’t the case with Loftur. There was next to no alcohol in his bloodstream. Yet somehow the poor sod ended up drowning, stone-cold sober, in one metre of water.’
‘Are you suggesting he was given a helping hand?’
‘No. Not necessarily. It’s possible, but of course it’s also conceivable that he had some kind of fit when he was in the tub and passed out, or couldn’t save himself for some other reason.’ The policeman seemed to be waiting for her to comment. When she didn’t, he added: ‘Aren’t you going to ask what he was wearing?’
‘What was he wearing?’ Thóra took the hint; if Loftur had been wearing clothes, he was unlikely to have died from natural causes. Nobody would get into a hot tub with their clothes on.
‘He was fully dressed.’ The man arched an eyebrow. ‘Which is rather odd, as people don’t usually bother to dress corpses. And how could he have come to fall in the sea after drowning in the Jacuzzi? It seems clear to me that somebody else was involved. And perhaps that person killed the others on board as well.’ He clicked his tongue and smiled. ‘Or not, as the case may be.’
Thóra was silent. The news had filled her with horror and for a moment she forgot how hot she was. ‘I can hardly bear to think about those little girls. It was bad enough before but everything looks much blacker now. Somehow it’s easier to accept the idea that they died in an accident than that they fell victim to a murderer.’ She sighed. ‘Though the outcome is the same.’
‘It’s certainly not looking good.’ The policeman’s expression was grave again. ‘But to get down to business, your part in the case seems straightforward, so I see no need to ask you any further questions. Unless there’s something you want to add?’
‘No.’ Her first interview had been long and rigorous, and the police had extracted all the information that mattered or that she was able to tell them. Not that she was hiding anything out of confidentiality to her clients, sadly. If she had been it would at least mean that she had some inkling about the fates of the passengers.
‘Our interests are not incompatible – would you agree?’ he continued. Thóra nodded; their goals might not exactly coincide but the difference was negligible. She needed to provide persuasive grounds for believing that Ægir and Lára were dead, and in order to do so she had to acquaint herself with as many details of the case as possible. The police needed to go a step further; probability was not enough for them, they needed to prove what had happened beyond reasonable doubt. The detective continued: ‘So we were wondering if we should join forces. I’m not insisting that you work for us since that would be inappropriate for both parties, but we were hoping you’d keep us abreast of any information you uncover that might be of relevance to our inquiry. That way we won’t have to keep hauling you in for a grilling. I don’t believe this arrangement would be in conflict with your duty to your clients. In fact, I assume it’s in all our interests to solve this case.’
‘Yes, I agree.’ Thóra paused before continuing: ‘Of course, I’ll need to inform my clients, but I assume they won’t object. It’s not as if I’m working on anything major; I’m merely trying to establish that the missing couple are dead. Since my last visit to the police station I’ve sent the insurance company formal notification of their presumed death and explained that a report will follow. I don’t know whether to expect a response before they receive the full report but we’ll soon see. I’m not exactly optimistic that they’ll accept the documentation as sufficient proof, in which case we’ll have little option but to take the matter to court. But obviously it would be better if we could avoid that by presenting a watertight case to start with. It’s quite possible that my investigation will uncover something that might be of benefit to you.’
‘But you do take my point? We can’t pay you for your time, and anyway it’s your public duty. You’re a lawyer so I need hardly remind you of article 73 of the Act on Criminal Procedure.’ He cleared his throat and for a moment Thóra thought he was going to quote the whole article from memory, but her fear proved unfounded. ‘You are obliged to render assistance to the police in their investigation of matters in the public interest. And it’s also important to bear in mind that you’re required to surrender any documents and other items in your possession should the police request them for their investigation.’
‘I assure you I’m not sitting on any evidence. I’ve already handed over copies of all the papers Snævar gave me connected to his hospital admission and flight tickets; that’s all I’ve acquired so far. In the next few days I’m expecting to obtain documents relating to Ægir and Lára’s finances, as well as a declaration from their GP that they were both in good health. It goes without saying that you can have copies of those too if you want. Then I’m going to try and persuade Snævar to obtain a certificate from an Icelandic doctor stating that his broken leg made him unfit for work, as confirmation that the crew was one man short. I won’t do that immediately, though, as I want to give him a chance to recover from his shock.’ Thóra had the uneasy feeling that the detective suspected her of concealing evidence, though nothing could be further from the truth. ‘Just to be completely clear about this, there are exceptions to the article you cited, as I’m sure you’re aware. I only raise the fact because I might have to resort to them at some stage and it would be better to establish from the outset that I reserve the right to assess each point on its own merits. But of course I’ll help as far I can.’