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get to the kitchen and turned on the cold tap, letting water gush into a glass. He drank it down quickly and splashed more water on his face.
    He found a pair of work gloves in his toolbox, knelt by the body and went through its pockets. A bunch of keys in the trouser pocket included a fat car key, and Logi realized there must be a vehicle outside. He went to the cracked living-room window and peered through it, reminding himself that he needed to fix it before winter as he clicked the button on the fob and saw the lights of a silver Outlander flash in response.
    Cool, he thought. Easier to dispose of a car with a body in it than a body on its own, he decided.
    The search through the body’s jacket pockets yielded a set of polished brass knuckles, a wad of notes rolled into a tube, a small bag of white powder and a wallet.
    Logi examined the man’s driving licence and flipped through a few other shiny cards: visa and bank cards, several gym memberships and photos of a pneumatic blonde wearing what appeared to be not much more than a few lengths of white string.
    His name’s Axel Rútur Karlsson, he thought, and wondered if anyone other than the pneumatic young woman would be likely to miss the man before morning.
    A knock at the door startled him.
    ‘Logi?’
    He sighed with relief at the sound of Tadeusz’s voice and opened the door to usher him and Marek inside.
    Tadeusz’s eyes widened and his mouth opened as he saw the leather-jacketed bear of a man on the floor.
    ‘Hey, Logi? You did this, man?’
    ‘Yep. The bastard tried to rob me. We had a fight and my hammer won.’
    ‘A good carpenter always has a hammer close by,’ the normally silent Marek said, laughing silently at his own joke.
    ‘So what are we here for, Logi?’ Tadeusz asked. ‘Why don’t you call the police? This is self-defence, surely?’
    ‘No. No police. This guy’s an enforcer who collects debts. He has to vanish, like he was never here.’
    Tadeusz and Marek exchanged glances, and Marek nodded.
    ‘Where his car?’ Marek demanded.
    ‘In the street. The silver one in front of my pickup.’
    Marek held his hand out and Logi dropped the key into it.
    ‘We take this,’ he said darkly, and disappeared out of the door. Logi heard the Outlander start and a moment later its engine was growling in his driveway, as close to the house as it could get without leaving tyre marks on the scrubby grass.
    Tadeusz and Marek lifted the body between them and bundled it roughly into the boot of the car, slamming the door shut, then Marek locked it with the key.
    ‘Where are you taking him?’ Logi asked.
    ‘Don’t ask. Anyone ask, you don’t know,’ Marek replied shortly. ‘His pockets. You take anything?’
    ‘I put it all back,’ Logi said, suddenly feeling helpless with the problem taken so swiftly out of his hands. ‘Except this,’ he added, pulling the wad of notes from his trouser pocket and handing it to Marek. ‘You’d best have this.’ Tadeusz grinned.
    ‘Get some sleep, Logi. We fix this,’ he said. ‘See you at eight.’
    ‘Let’s make it nine tomorrow, shall we?’
    Marek shook his head. ‘Usual time. Everything usual. No changes,’ he decreed, getting into the Outlander and starting the engine. Logi watched Marek swing the big car off his driveway and into the distance, with Tadeusz following in his Volkswagen, and then he set about clearing up the hallway that Axel Rútur Karlsson had wrecked during his brief visit.

Friday
    He ached the next morning, and when he got to work Marek and Tadeusz were waiting for him. Marek tapped his wrist and shook his head.
    ‘Morning, guys. Thanks for last night.’
    ‘No problem,’ Tadeusz said with a grin.
    ‘Where did you leave him?’
    Marek scowled. ‘We do not talk of this,’ he said quietly. ‘Forget it. Forget it all. Like nothing happened.’
    ‘Suits me,’ Logi admitted. The beating he had received the day before was not something he wanted to dwell on and he didn’t