‘Oh,’ Úrsúla said. ‘Can’t you bring her up here to me?’

Boris grinned and planted a kiss on her cheek.

‘Good to see you’re all right,’ he said in a low voice. ‘That was a terrible thing to happen.’

Úrsúla nodded, and Gunnar realised that he had never seen Boris so agreeable. He had always been dry, stiff, decisive, resourceful. But there had never been any warmth to him, until now.

‘The situation…’ Boris said. ‘Óðinn is in custody and will be charged with kidnap and your attempted murder.’

‘And what about my father’s case?’ Úrsúla asked, making an attempt to sit up, as if her interest pivoted on events in the distant past and not her narrow escape the night before.

‘Jónatan Kristjánsson has been called in for an interview at the police station tomorrow. That’s something I’ll be listening in on.’

‘Apart from Jónatan apparently making efforts to get important evidence to disappear,’ Gunnar said, ‘he also put pressure on Óðinn to derail the rape investigation. Óðinn admitted as much last night.’

Úrsúla nodded her agreement. ‘And he said he had known for years that this would come back to haunt him,’ she said. ‘By that he meant my father’s death.’

Boris fetched a chair from the corner of the room, dragged it across the bed and sat at Úrsúla’s side.

‘According to data from the phone companies, Óðinn and Jónatan had been in touch a lot, beginning around six months ago, or shortly after Jónatan was charged with rape. That gives us 267certain indications, but if neither of them admit it, it’ll be difficult to prove. And I’ll warn you that opening an old case isn’t a simple matter; it’s one of the most difficult things to do. More than likely, for your father’s case to be reopened, they would both need to admit guilt.’

‘And Pétur?’ Úrsúla asked. Gunnar heard the note of desperation in her voice. ‘Won’t Pétur’s death be investigated in view of the new information?’

Boris patted the duvet as if to reassure Úrsúla. ‘The whole matter will be investigated in light of any new evidence, and the assault on you is the basis for that. When we dig deeper into the reasons for the attack, everything else will come out into the open.’

Úrsúla took a deep breath, winced, and allowed herself to sink back onto the pillow.

‘Hell, my chest hurts,’ she sighed, and Gunnar realised that he still had a headache. Both of them were pretty rough around the edges, he decided.

‘I have something interesting for you,’ Boris said to Úrsúla, clearing his throat. ‘When we were going through the communications between Óðinn and Jónatan, I came across something else. Strictly speaking, we don’t have clearance to look at this, but as I’m being transferred to Europol anyway, I don’t really care one way or the other if there’s any fallout. I just think you need to see it.’ He took a folded sheet of paper from his breast pocket and handed it to her. ‘It’s an email to Óðinn from the prime minister.’