Where the Shadows Lie (Fire and Ice)

only a week ago is dead. A vicar is dead. There’s a nutter running around somewhere out there who’s looking to kill a girl. A real live person, Lawrence, don’t you get that?’
    ‘Hey, look, it’s got nothing to do with us,’ said Feldman. He looked at Jubb suspiciously. ‘Or does it?’
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘Well, did you kill the professor?’ said Feldman.
    ‘Don’t be daft. Course I bloody didn’t.’
    ‘You say that, but I have no way of knowing whether you are telling the truth.’
    ‘Look. That copper out there is looking for Ingileif. We know where she is. We should tell him.’ Jubb took out his mobile phone. ‘Give me his number.’
    ‘No, Gimli. No.’
    ‘Jesus Christ!’ exclaimed Jubb. He jumped out of the car, flung open the door to the back and hauled Feldman out. The little man tried to cling on to the seatbelt but Jubb broke his grip. Jubb clenched his fist. ‘Give me that number or I’ll smash yer face in.’
    Feldman cowered on the ground and handed the big Yorkshireman the scrap of paper bearing Magnus’s number.
    Jubb went round to the driver’s side. ‘Are you with me?’ he asked Axel.
    ‘The problem is, Steve, that bugging the girl’s car wasn’t strictly legal.’
    Jubb didn’t wait to argue. He leaned in, grabbed the private investigator, and flung him into the road. He jumped into the driver’s seat and started up the engine. With Feldman and Axel hammering on the side of the car, he executed a quick three-point turn and sped off after the copper, striking Feldman a glancing blow on the legs with his bumper as he did so.
    Magnus slowed as he reached the junction of the main road just south of Flúdir. His cell phone chirped.
    ‘Hello?’
    ‘This is Steve Jubb. Just wait where you are! I’m right behind you.’
    ‘All right,’ said Magnus. He knew Feldman and Jubb had known more than they were saying, although he was surprised that they had decided to tell him what. ‘I’ll be waiting.’
    Magnus pulled over to the side. Within two minutes he saw the private investigator’s car fly down the road towards him. It pulled in behind him, and Steve Jubb jumped out, carrying a laptop under his arm. Alone.
    He climbed into the passenger seat next to Magnus.
    ‘Hang on,’ he said, switching on the laptop, and a receiver attached to it. ‘This will tell us where Ingileif is.’
    ‘Excellent,’ said Magnus. He put the car into gear and turned left, towards Reykjavík. That was by far the most likely direction and he wanted to catch her up. ‘Where are your friends?’
    ‘Tossers,’ muttered Jubb as he fiddled with the computer.
    Magnus wasn’t exactly sure what a tosser was, but he was prepared to take Jubb’s word for it. ‘Thanks for coming to get me.’
    ‘I should have said something back there,’ Jubb said. ‘Should have told you everything back when you arrested me.’ He clicked a couple of keys. ‘Come on …’ he muttered.
    ‘So you bugged her car?’
    Jubb just grunted and carried on tapping at the keyboard. ‘Here we are. She’s north of here. Way north of here. Turn around.’
    ‘Are you sure?’
    ‘Course I’m bloody sure. Take a look.’
    Magnus slowed and peered at the computer screen on Jubb’s lap. It displayed a map of south-west Iceland, and it showed a round circle moving north along a road on the other side of Flúdir.
    ‘Where the hell is she going?’ Magnus asked. ‘There’s nothing up there, is there? Take a look at the map. There’s one in the glove compartment.’
    Jubb pulled out a map. ‘You’re right, there’s not much north of here. A couple of glaciers, I think they are. The road goes right the way across the middle of the country.’
    ‘It’ll still be closed this time of year,’ Magnus said.
    ‘Wait a minute. There’s something here. Gullfoss? Do you know what that is?’
    ‘It’s a waterfall,’ said Magnus. ‘A massive waterfall.’
    Pétur pulled into the large car park. This early in the season, and in this weather, it was empty, apart from one tour bus.
    He climbed out of his BMW. The enormous waterfall roared at him, unseen, from beyond the far side of the information centre. Tourists emerged along the pathway leading to the waterfall, cooing to each other about the majesty of what they had just witnessed. In five minutes they would be whisked away to the next stop on their tour, the geysers at Geysir, perhaps, or the Althing assembly grounds at Thingvellir.
    Good, thought