The huge lump that had suddenly formed in my throat left no room for words.‘Are you okay, Mr Callum? You seem shocked. Should I get you some water, perhaps?’‘What? No, I’m . . . I’m fine. Is that all you have to say?’Tunheim smiled as he took off his glasses and wiped them clean, prolonging the moment for his own satisfaction.‘No, no. Of course not. As if I would say something like that and keep you waiting to hear the rest of my news.’Yeah. As if.‘You will remember, of course, Mr Callum, how you told me that you fell asleep on the fish slabs at Undir Bryggjubakka.’‘Of course I do. And I remember how you already knew that.’Tunheim made a face. ‘Ah yes. I apologise. I played a little game. Anyway. You know that the slabs are near the Hotel Torshavn. Of course you do. But do you know that the hotel has a webcam? You know, a fixed camera that people can watch on the Internet.’‘No, I didn’t.’‘Not many people do. Unless you live here, of course. Like me. Anyway.
