2012
Kristín turned over the tape.
Helgi couldn’t tell how long they’d been sitting there listening, as he had been transported to another world. For a while, he’d had to struggle against drowsiness despite the atmosphere of suspense and was grateful for the open window admitting a little fresh air.
‘This is the last part,’ Kristín said. ‘It’ll be quite an interview when I finally get it down on paper…’ Although she spoke flippantly, there was a hint of sadness in her voice.
Elín had talked about her writing, her career, her studies and teaching, her pseudonym – everything apart from her private life. Helgi was still none the wiser about that side, as she kept it hidden in the shadows she had mentioned.
She still hadn’t revealed any startling secrets, apart from the one about Marteinn Einarsson’s identity.
There was nothing that could explain her disappearance, nothing to suggest she could have been murdered…