She wrapped herself in a towel as she stepped out of the shower, sat on the toilet seat and leaned forward to drink cold water straight from the tap. It didn’t matter how much she gulped down, she couldn’t slake her thirst. Finally she stood up and glared at herself in the mirror. Now it was time to do or die. If this Agla had seen through her, then she would surely warn Hákon. That was what any business partner would do. So this would probably be her last opportunity to install the camera.

She padded into the bedroom and rooted through her bag until she found the camera. It seemed larger and bulkier than it had in the shop, and Áróra reproached herself for having bought a camera in Iceland instead of ordering a smaller one online and waiting a couple of days for it to be delivered. But if she was going to get access to Hákon’s login details, then she would have to do 172it now. She recalled that there was a suspended ceiling light; that was where the camera would have to go. There was no other place for it. It was one of those square lights that belonged in offices, with white and silver bars that criss-crossed the light’s housing and the surround.

She held her breath as she crossed the room. But there was no need to tiptoe, as Hákon lay on his front across the bed, fully dressed and fast asleep. Áróra sat on the desk, lifted her feet and got to her knees. Now she’d have to take care to keep her balance.

She supported herself with a hand against the wall and reached for the light overhead. She could just make it, and by stretching up, on the tips of her toes, she managed to clip the camera over the light’s surround. The light was directly over the desk where Hákon’s computer lay, so if he were to sit there and tap in the password for his bank account, the camera should pick it up. The problem was that the camera was easily visible, but there was nothing she could do about that. Normally people didn’t make a habit of looking straight up when they worked at a computer, so she should get away with it – at least for long enough.

Getting down from the table didn’t go quite so well, as when she leaned over, she lost her balance and tumbled against a chair and from there to the floor. She winced as she fell, and Hákon mumbled as he lifted himself up onto his elbows, looking around the room in confusion.

‘It’s all right,’ she said. ‘Just fell over. Didn’t hurt myself. I’m just pissed.’