FRIDAY, 16TH JANUARY 2009 SIGLUFJÖRDUR. FRIDAY, 16TH JANUARY 2009‘Sweet Brother Jesus’ echoed through the common room, where those senior citizens at the old people’s home who were in robust enough health had come together for the morning gathering. Some joined in wholeheartedly, while others appeared more inclined to take it easy and watch. Ari Thór recognised the young woman who led the singing, remembering her from the theology faculty at the university in Reykjavík; he knew the face but didn’t know her to speak to. So they had both moved north to Siglufjördur? She was presumably in training for the priesthood while he had given up.The previous day had been quiet. The knife from Karl and Linda’s flat had been sent south for examination. Ari Thór was still in the process of digging for information that could shed some light on Hrólfur’s death, and had stunned Tómas with the news that Hrólfur might have had a child.Ari Thór stood in the doorway and watched the singing.
