Reykjavik Murder Mysteries 6 Hypothermia by Arnaldur Indridason
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Now, even though it was too late, she still wanted to do something - if nothing else, then at least to have an opinion about the tragic event. ' the woman asked. Erlendur shook his head. 'I don't know what you--' 'Maria believed in it. She believed in dreams, that they could tell her something, guide her. ' Erlendur was silent. 'Her mother was going to send her a message,' Karen said. ' 'No, I'm not quite sure I follow,' Erlendur said. 'Maria told me that Leonora was going to let her know if what they talked about so much towards the end turned out to be true.
Elinborg was again in tow when Erlendur paid another short visit to Maria's husband, Baldvin. It was the day after he had spoken to the vicar. He invented some pretext involving a notebook that he had mislaid. Elinborg stood at his side in the sitting room of the house in Grafarvogur, watching him explain his visit. Erlendur had never in his life owned a notebook. 'I haven't seen anything of the kind here,' Baldvin said, after a cursory glance round the room. ' Elinborg smiled awkwardly. ' Erlendur asked.
It stood on its own at the end of a cul-de-sac in a street of handsome villas. Most of them were identical, painted white, blue or red, with a garage and two cars per house. The street was well lit and clean, the gardens were neatly tended, the lawns mown, and the trees and bushes tidily pruned. There were box-trimmed hedges wherever you looked. The house in question appeared older than the other buildings in the street; it was built in a different style, with no bay windows or conservatory and with no pretentious columns flanking the front door.