Edge of Nowhere
“‘Good morning, Tómas. Have some coffee. They have a whole urn full and only me to drink it.’ ‘I just got a call from a witness who said that he had information about Gústi’s death.’ ‘An elf nut?’ asked Magnus.
‘No. Not really. Let’s just say he’s a reliable man. Very reliable.’ ‘Who is it?’ ‘Haraldur, the postman.’ Magnus imagined that a postman would be a good source of information in a small town. Perhaps he too had seen Arnór loading his truck.
‘What did he say?’ ‘He said he needed to tell u...s in person. And I thought it was probably best if you were there in any case.’ Tómas had learned from his mistake with the stuffed toy the day before. ‘Thank you,’ said Magnus, gulping his coffee. ‘Let’s go.’ It was still dark outside: it wouldn’t get light until after eleven o’clock. Haraldur was half way through his round, so they met him at the petrol station. In Icelandic towns and villages the petrol station is one of the centres of social activity.MoreLess
‘No. Not really. Let’s just say he’s a reliable man. Very reliable.’ ‘Who is it?’ ‘Haraldur, the postman.’ Magnus imagined that a postman would be a good source of information in a small town. Perhaps he too had seen Arnór loading his truck.
‘What did he say?’ ‘He said he needed to tell u...s in person. And I thought it was probably best if you were there in any case.’ Tómas had learned from his mistake with the stuffed toy the day before. ‘Thank you,’ said Magnus, gulping his coffee. ‘Let’s go.’ It was still dark outside: it wouldn’t get light until after eleven o’clock. Haraldur was half way through his round, so they met him at the petrol station. In Icelandic towns and villages the petrol station is one of the centres of social activity.MoreLess
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