He had expected questions about that phone call, but not right away and not with such vigour.He had kept himself dry for twelve years but there were still occasions when he felt that a drop would help; just enough to settle his nerves. This wasn’t the first time he had been tempted, nor was it the worst situation he’d faced over those twelve years, and he knew he would get over it.Loneliness had become more of a burden that he liked to admit. The days at work weren’t a problem, but in the evenings when he came home, the cold, empty house, far too big for him, was all there was to receive him. The job was demanding and he relished the involvement in municipal politics, working out the cliques and establishing how people would form alliances on particular issues. It was certainly an advantage for the municipality to have an outsider in his position, someone with no allegiances. In the same way it was a clever move to bring in an outsider to manage the investigation. He was sure that Ari Thór on his own would never have dared to push his way into the mayor’s residence to make veiled accusations so late in the evening.He stood up and drew the curtains, an unconscious reaction to the police’s invasion of his home.
