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feel a shred of guilt at the death of the man who he felt clearly had no scruples when it came to extracting money. Nevertheless, he wondered how long it would be before there would be some comeback in the form of awkward questions being asked.
    The two Polish boys set to work, while Logi called Danni, whose phone rang until a disembodied voice asked him to try again later. He wanted to know what was going on and if there needed to be an office in the corner, as the nameless headset guy had suggested.
    He quickly sent Danni a text message ordering him to call him, and joined the other two as they formed a chain placing the new ceiling panels in place.
    When Danni finally arrived, he looked tired and worried.
    ‘There was a guy here last night, ponytail, leather jacket, drives a van?’ he asked.
    ‘Yep. Started poking around and wouldn’t say who he was,’ Logi replied, his sense of humour at a low ebb and less inclined than usual to take much notice of Danni’s worries. ‘So I told him to piss off and talk to the contracts guy, which is you, isn’t it?’
    Danni wrung his hands. ‘That was Rafn. He gave me a right rocket just now.’
    ‘Fair enough,’ Logi said, handing up another panel and calling to Tadeusz. ‘That’s it. We’ll leave the rest of them clear for the moment so Marek can fix the lights. Sorry, Danni. Working men and all that. So tell me who this Rafn character is, will you?’
    ‘He’s only the guy who’s paying for all this,’ Danni almost screamed.
    ‘Well, he should have said so. Then I wouldn’t have assumed he was snooper from the tax office or some such scum. Anyway, what’s his problem? He said something about knocking up some kind of a cubbyhole over there on the far side, or was that just bullshit? To be honest, I didn’t take a lot of notice of him.’
    ‘That’s right. They want an office over there. It doesn’t have to be big, just room for one desk and a few filing cabinets.’
    Logi got down from the stepladder. ‘Take a break, boys,’ he told Tadeusz and Marek, who didn’t need to be told twice.
    ‘Danni, listen. One, we have no extra materials to build an office. Two, we’re on a tight schedule already. If they want an office, fine, but it means buying the materials for it right now, today, and it’ll mean an extra half a million as we’ll have to put in a lot of extra hours to meet their deadline and I’ll have to give the boys another two hundred thousand each,’ he said. ‘Otherwise they’ll just walk off the job, and whoever your client is will be completely fucked.’
    ‘Don’t say that, Logi. Don’t you know who Rafn is?’
    Helgi took the call with his feet on the desk, blithely ignoring Gunna’s glare. It was a hot day and he had a fan playing over his workspace, which he switched off as he planted his feet back on the floor.
    ‘What’s that? Last night?’ She heard him ask and cocked an ear towards him.
    Helgi scribbled on a notepad as he listened, taking notes, his eyes glazed by the summer heat rapidly returning to their normal intelligent sparkle.
    ‘All right. Yes, I hear what you’re saying. Last night? Normally someone isn’t a missing person until they haven’t been seen for twenty-four hours, so that’ll be eight tonight? That’s when you saw him last?’
    Gunna sat back and the report she was typing was forgotten as Helgi jotted down details.
    ‘So this is out of character?’ He paused and listened, scratched his head with the blunt end of a pencil, then frowned. ‘All right. I’ll be along to see you in an hour or so. The car’s registration? And your address? OK, no problem. Give me a call if he shows up, otherwise I’ll see you in an hour. Thanks, bye,’ he said and put the phone down.
    Gunna eyed him as he clicked at his computer.
    ‘Gunna, where the hell is Straumsbær?’ he asked, peering at his computer screen.
    ‘Helgi, how many years have you lived in Reykjavík?’
    ‘A few.’
    ‘Almost twenty, isn’t