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  1. COLD AS HELL
  2. PRONUNCIATION GUIDE
  3. CONTENTS
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  112. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  113. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  114. ABOUT THE TRANSLATOR
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He was just finished on the computer when the boy returned, his hair cropped close to his scalp, clean-shaven and wearing Björn’s clothes. Grímur told him to sit still and then opened the jar of make-up. He wondered what he could use to apply the cream to his face, and reflected that there was probably some tool in the make-up bag designed for just that, but to save time, he used his fingers. He hooked a blob onto one finger and put some on each cheek and in the centre of his forehead. Then he rubbed it in and stood back to check out the results. At a distance, it was convincing. The boy’s skin looked considerably lighter, and he was satisfied with this crop-haired, paler-skinned version.

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Olga started to get worried when she had been home from work for a while and there was still no sign of Omar. He had gone out after their conversation yesterday morning, saying that he was going to the gym, and after that she’d not seen him all day. She was sure that she had heard the door open and close again during the night, but as she had taken a sleeping pill, her head was heavy and her thoughts came slowly, so she couldn’t be sure if it had been a memory or a dream. In the morning the door to his room had been shut, so she assumed he was asleep and quietly went out without waking him. But now she thought about it, he should have been awake before her, as usual, preparing their morning coffee. If everything had been as usual.

But it wasn’t. It was more than likely that yesterday’s conversation had changed things. She felt that it had gone well; she had seen the sincerity in his eyes and had believed him. He seemed to have accepted the situation and hugged her before going out. Thinking back, maybe something had upset the balance of the relationship they had shared before she had known who he really was. Not that she had the slightest idea now, but at least she knew who he wasn’t. She could be sure that his name wasn’t Omar, anyway. Perhaps she had pushed him too hard by asking about the murdered man in Istanbul? He could have some history that he preferred her not to know about. Maybe, in spite of everything, and in contrast to what her instincts told her, he really did have something to hide.