Where the Shadows Lie (Fire and Ice)

Jubb: ‘Who is Isildur?’
    Jubb tensed. Both Baldur and Magnus noticed it. Then he forced himself to relax. ‘I’ve no idea. Who is Isildur?’
    Magnus asked himself the same question, although he thought the name sounded familiar from somewhere.
    ‘Take a look at these,’ Baldur said, returning to Icelandic. He pushed three sheets of paper towards Jubb and handed another three to Magnus. ‘These are printouts of e-mails taken from Agnar’s computer. E-mail correspondence with you.’
    Jubb picked up the sheets of paper and read them, as did Magnus. Two were simple messages confirming the visit Steve had suggested on the phone and arranging a date, time and place to meet. The tone was more businesslike than an informal arrangement to meet up for a chat with an acquaintance.
    The third e-mail was the most interesting.
From: Agnar Haraldsson
To: Steve Jubb
Subject: Meeting 23 April
Dear Steve
I’m looking forward to seeing you on Thursday. I have made a discovery that I think you will find very exciting.
It is a shame that Isildur can’t be there as well. I have a proposal for him that it would be good to discuss in person. Is it too late to persuade him to come?
Kind Regards ,
Agnar
    ‘So – who is Isildur?’ Baldur asked once again, this time in Icelandic. The interpreter translated.
    Jubb sighed heavily, tossed the papers on to the desk and crossed his arms. He said nothing.
    ‘What was the proposal Agnar wanted to discuss with you? Did he discuss it with you?’
    Nothing.
    ‘Did he tell you what the discovery was?’
    ‘I’m not answering any more questions,’ said Jubb. ‘I want to go back to my hotel.’
    ‘You can’t,’ said Baldur. ‘You’re staying here. You are under arrest.’
    Jubb frowned. ‘In that case, I want to speak to someone from the British Embassy.’
    ‘You are a suspect in a murder inquiry. We can inform the British Embassy that we are holding you, but you don’t have the right to see them. We can get you a lawyer if you wish.’
    ‘I do wish. And until I’ve seen him, I’m not saying anything.’ And Steve Jubb sat in his chair, a big man, arms folded tightly across his chest, lower jaw jutting out, immovable.

CHAPTER FIVE
    B ALDUR RAN A brisk morning meeting, brisk and efficient. Half a dozen detectives were present, plus Magnus, the assistant prosecutor – a young red-haired woman called Rannveig – and Chief Superintendent Thorkell Holm, the head of the Reykjavík Metropolitan Police CID. Thorkell was in his early sixties, with a round jovial face and shiny pink cheeks. He seemed at ease with his detectives, happy to blend into the background and listen to Baldur, who was in charge of the investigation.
    There was an air of expectancy around the table, enthusiasm for the task ahead. It was a Saturday morning. A long weekend of work to come for everyone, but they seemed eager to start.
    Magnus felt himself caught up in the excitement. Árni had driven him back to his hotel the night before. He had grabbed something to eat and gone to bed – it had been a long day, and he was still exhausted from the shooting in Boston and its aftermath. But he slept well for once. It was good to be out of reach of Soto’s gang. He was eager to get a message to Colby, but he would have to arrange access to a computer for that. In the meantime the investigation into the professor’s murder intrigued him.
    And he intrigued the detectives around him. They stared at him when he entered the room: none of the smiles you would expect from a group of Americans welcoming a stranger. Magnus didn’t know whether this was the typical initial reserve of Icelanders, a reserve that was usually replaced by warmth within ten minutes, or if it was something more hostile. He decided to ignore it. But he was glad of the uninhibited friendly smile of Árni sitting next to him.
    ‘Our suspect is still saying nothing,’ Baldur said. ‘We’ve heard from the British police: his criminal record is clean apart from two convictions for possession of cannabis in the 1970s. Rannveig will take him before the judge this morning to get an order to keep him in custody for the next few weeks.’
    ‘Do we have enough evidence for that?’ Magnus asked.
    Baldur frowned at the interruption. ‘Steve Jubb was the last person to see Agnar alive. He was at the scene of the crime at about the time the murder was committed. We know he was discussing some kind of deal with Agnar but he won’t tell us what he