The Girl Who Died: A Thriller
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THE NAIL-BITING NEW STORY FROM THE MILLION COPY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
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From Ragnar Jónasson, the award-winning author of the international bestselling Ari Thór series, The Girl Who Died is a standalone thriller about a young woman seeking a new start in a secluded village where a small community is desperate to protect its secrets.
Teacher Wanted At the Edge of the World
Una wants nothing more than to teach, but she has been unable to secure steady employment in Reykjavík. Her savings are depleted, her love life is nonexistent, and she cannot face another winter staring at the four walls of her shabby apartment. Celebrating Christmas and ringing in 1986 in the remote fishing hamlet of Skálar seems like a small price to pay for a chance to earn some teaching credentials and get her life back on track.
But Skálar isn’t just one of Iceland’s most isolated villages, it is home to just ten people. Una’s only students are two girls aged seven and nine. Teaching them only occupies so many hours in a day and the few adults she interacts with are civil but distant. She only seems to connect with Thór, a man she shares an attraction with but who is determined to keep her at arm’s length.
As darkness descends throughout the bleak winter, Una finds herself more often than not in her rented attic space—the site of a local legendary haunting—drinking her loneliness away. She is plagued by nightmares of a little girl in a white dress singing a lullaby. And when a sudden tragedy echoes an event long buried in Skálar’s past, the villagers become even more guarded, leaving a suspicious Una seeking to uncover a shocking truth that’s been kept secret for generations.
Ragnar Jónasson
RAGNAR JÓNASSON is an international number one award-winning and bestselling author who has sold over four million books in thirty-six territories worldwide. He is the only Icelandic author to have entered the Wall Street Journal bestseller list. Jónasson was born in Reykjavik, where he also teaches copyright law at Reykjavík University. He has previously worked on radio and television, including as a TV news reporter, and, since the age of seventeen, has translated fourteen of Agatha Christie’s novels into Icelandic. He is the co-founder of the Reykjavík international crime writing festival Iceland Noir. His critically acclaimed international bestseller The Darkness is soon to be a major CBS Studios TV series, starring Lena Olin as Hulda, directed by Lasse Hallstrom. Ragnar's novel, Outside, is in development as a feature film by Ridley Scott's production company.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5A ghost story set in a very small village in Iceland.Una takes herself off to Skalar and accepts a job there as teacher to two young girls. She's living in the home of one of her pupils and trying not feel like an outsider in this town of 10 people. This move is hard for Una; she is very isolated and finds things a bit strange. Especially the haunting lullaby that she keeps hearing at night and the appearance of a little girl in a white dress at the window. Is she drinking too much wine or is something really odd going on here?There's also a parallel story line in italics that the reader assumes will eventually connect with the main tale, but I did not find it interesting and it just bogged down the narrative and made the pace seem glacially slow. The author tried very hard to set a foreboding and menacing atmosphere and a gothic tone with the dark nights, the cold weather, and the isolation of both Una and the town. This was meant to be in the mid 1980s so a lot of items that could have made the town seem less insular were not being used then. No internet and no television meant that news was hard to acquire and research difficult. I just never really got that interested or invested in the whole plot and never took to Una. In other words, this just wasn't that appealing to me and, though I usually really like the Icelandic and Nordic noir, I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would. I will likely give the author another chance as long as the premise does not involve ghosts, haunting, women who think they are losing the minds, or other supernatural elements. Thank you to NetGalley and Minotaur Books for this e-book ARC to read and review.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The setting is an isolated village at the edge of the world. Una replies to an ad looking for a teacher. She accepts a position at a little fishing village in the far north-east corner of Iceland. The little village of Skálar boasts a population of ten inhabitants and Una's school class consists of only two young girls. As all good Icelandic stories go, there is isolation, darkness and of course, the inevitable ghost. Una slowly begins to understand that this village does not take kindly to welcoming strangers into their lives and there are more secrets in Skálar than she bargained for.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5One of the things that I've learned about myself as a reader this year is how much I enjoy a slow burning, suspenseful read like this one. I mean I knew that mostly but books like this has really reinforced that fact for me. I love to lose myself in atmospheric reads and enjoy the ride that the author is taking me on. I knew that this was a book that I wanted to read as soon as I read that one line from the above synopsis. What did the author mean by the edge of the world? I was instantly intrigued and just needed to know more. The idea of living in such an isolated town felt inherently creepy especially when there was the hint of ghostly presences. I truly feel like this book was meant for me - it had everything that I enjoy most in books. I love a good isolated setting, hints of creepiness and the supernatural, and the question of who the main character can actually trust....it all combined just so perfectly. Even the fact that I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about the main character Una didn't matter because of everything else. It wasn't that I didn't like her - it's just that I'm a bit over main characters that aren't considered reliable because they drink too much. It didn't bother me too much as I was too curious on what was actually going on. I just couldn't stop reading. And then there is a turning point in the book that I totally didn't see coming. At that point, I wasn't going to stop reading as I just had to see how this book would end. Overall, I really enjoyed my time with this book. The ending left me a bit wanting but the isolated, creepy feeling of suspense present throughout the book more than made up for it. Jónasson is a talented author and this book reminded me that I need to work on catching up with his backlist. Readers who enjoy suspenseful reads, those who enjoy books with an edge of creepiness and the supernatural, and fans of Nordic noir should definitely pick this book up. This is an easy book for me to recommend but more to those readers who enjoy slow burns that build up to the climax. Bottom Line: The hints of the supernatural and isolated setting combined together into one very strong read!Disclosure: I received a copy of this book thanks to the publisher. Honest thoughts are my own.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The first standalone novel by Ragnar Jónasson translated into English is a bit different from his series books. Skálar is a small village on the tip of the Langanes Peninsula in the far northwest side of Iceland. There are only 10 people living there but as there are two little girl, they decide that they need a teacher and advertise for one. The story is set in the mid-1980s - pre-internet and with Iceland still being mostly an isolated country and not the tourist attraction it had become lately. Una grew up in Reykjavík but her life had not been going the way she expected. So she decides to respond to the ad and to go to Skálar for the school year. She expected the cold (and lack of snow) but as she had never lived outside of the big city, she really did not realize how connected small places are, especially such small communities. The locals are not exactly welcoming for the most part - even if some of them seem to be, she feels more and more isolated. Until one of the residents die just before Christmas and things get even worse. Una's drinking does not help matters - not easy to hide it in a small village - and it is unclear if her visions of ghosts are real - or caused by the red wine she liberally uses to calm herself.Alongside Una's story, we also get flashes from a different story - a murder which does not seem to be related in any way or form to the story in Skálar. It is clear that it will get connected but it takes most of the book to finally connect them and allow for the stories to merge. And under the whole story of ghosts and solitude is a story of acceptance and what makes a community. The locals can sound a bit exaggerated in places but surviving in the wildness makes one's oddities odder so they sound believable. By the end we get solutions for more murders than we actually have in the book - and Una's story makes a full circle. Even if the novel is a crime one (and there are killed people), it is also a portrait of solitude and community. The "Dark Iceland" series explored the topic of the outsider in a small community but the Ari Thór Arason's world is a lot bigger - Skálar is a very different story. I am not entirely sure about the very end of the novel - its implications can send the novel into the supernatural realm if one wants to read it that way - but even with it, it was a satisfying novel.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I am a big fan of Ragnar Jónasson’s three-book “Hulda Series,” but The Girl Who Died is the first standalone novel of his that I’ve read. This one was actually first published in 2018, but it was not translated into English until 2021, so it’s the latest of his work currently available in the US. Jónasson is a terrific storyteller, and I have come to expect his short flashbacks (usually written in italics) that are always a little incomprehensible when first encountered because it’s not clear even to whom the flashback if occurring. Jónasson uses that technique again in The Girl Who Died, and trying to figure out how it would all be tied together at the end of the book became part of the fun. It is 1985, and Una is not at all happy about the rather shabby lifestyle she is living on her own in an old-fashioned Reykjavík apartment. That’s why it is relatively easy for her to accept a job offer to teach a class of two students who live in the isolated Langanes Peninsula village called Skálar. It is only when she finally arrives in Skálar that Una realizes why she was the only one who bothered to apply for the job. She has only two students for a very good reason: there are only ten people living in the entire village. Early on, she knows that she did not want to live in Skálar even for five minutes, but she can’t figure out another place to be. So she stays…bad mistake.The longer she stays in Skálar, the more Una wonders what she is doing there. One of her students — and the student’s mother — make clear how much they dislike her; the townspeople are cold and standoffish even when they go through the motions of acknowledging her existence; and the attic bedroom she now calls home may just be haunted by the ghost of a little girl who died in the room some sixty years earlier. For a while Una wonders if she may be losing her mind, and the consequent uptick in her wine consumption gives the locals something else to gossip about. It is only after one of the locals does not live long enough to make it to Christmas, and a mysterious stranger knocks on the front door of the home she lives in only to disappear again quickly, that Una realizes she’s probably not going crazy. Something really is going on in Skálar that the locals don’t want her to know about. And she may not live long enough to figure it all out on her own.Bottom Line: The Girl Who Died is a spooky mystery akin to those of Stephen King, say, at his best, one of King’s few horror novels that doesn’t end up being laugh-out-loud funny because it’s so over the top. There is a nice twist at the end that sufficiently ties up the mystery without ruining the ghost story aspect that may more appeal to some readers. My only quarrel with the plot is being asked to believe that Una could be so sedentary that she did not run for her life — or her sanity — when she was offered several opportunities early on to do so. She hated everything about the town, its people, and her students before she even began to sense the danger she might be in. But then, if she had gone home, there would have been no story, would there?
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Ragnar Jonasson never disappoints. Excellent, atmospheric suspense novel/ghost story with a resolution to the mystery that I didn't see coming and seriously gave me chills. The ghost aspect wasn't a main part of the story but lent quite a bit of eeriness to an already eerie setting. The mystery was a compelling one. While I couldn't always agree with the main character's decisions, they were believable.Recommended.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5No one does claustrophobic like Ragnar Jónasson. A tiny remote fishing village during an Icelandic winter is the perfect setting for The Girl Who Died. I really enjoyed the mystery Jónasson created, and I'm still angry with myself for not figuring out a very major clue, although math has never been my strong point. There are some interesting threads woven into the story; one about a World War II British and American lookout post for example, and then literary allusions that can remind readers of books like The Haunting of Hill House.If I had any problem with the book at all, it was my reaction to Una, the whiner. Una, the terminally dissatisfied. First, she's glad to be out of Reykjavik. She doesn't miss the city at all. Then when the reality of the tiny village grows on her, she misses the luxuries she'd become accustomed to. Then she decides that she does, indeed, miss the city after all. She bemoans the fact that none of her friends make any real effort to get in touch with her, but I'm of the firm opinion that they're all undoubtedly rejoicing in the absence of her whining. It's hard to feel any sympathy for a character who's never ever happy about anything, a character who spends almost all her free time in wine-soaked pity parties. There's quite the dichotomy in my reaction to The Girl Who Died. On the one hand, I really enjoyed the mystery itself and the spookiness and unease of the setting. On the other, I wanted to tape Una's mouth shut and lock her away in the attic. In conclusion, there's only one more thing I want to say about this book, and it's this: I had the opening bars of a song running through my mind during the last half of the story. I don't think I'll be the only one who thinks of The Girl Who Died as the Icelandic Hotel California.(Review copy courtesy of the publisher and Net Galley)
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Review of eBookDisappointed by her inability to secure a steady teaching position in Reykjavik, Una decides to apply for the teaching position advertised in the newspaper as “Teacher Wanted at the Edge of the World.” Unsurprisingly, there is not a flood of applicants for the job and, after a telephone interview and a short wait, Una accepts the teaching position.And she’s off to Skálar, an isolated fishing village at the end of the Langanes Peninsula with a population of ten, two of whom are to be Una’s pupils. The girls, Kolbrún, nine, and Edda, seven, are opposites; Kolbrún is quiet and reserved while Edda is outgoing and friendly. But the adults living in the village are not particularly friendly . . . and not at all welcoming to the new teacher.Although rebuffed, Una tries to fit in among the townspeople as she moves between the homes of the two girls for school each day. Plagued by nightmares of a lullaby-singing little girl in a white dress, Una struggles to understand the cool demeanor of the people. The disappearance of a visitor and a sudden tragedy with a remarkable resemblance to a long-past event cause Una to investigate . . . and uncover . . . a stupefying, long-held secret. Set in 1985, an aura of desolation permeates the telling of this powerful . . . and eerie . . . tale. Skálar’s remoteness combines with the impenetrable fog, the harsh wind, and the bitter cold to create a forceful setting that takes on the role of a major character. Surrounding the reader with Una’s isolation, the unfolding narrative exudes a bleak unsettledness, keeping the reader on edge and off-balance. And there’s a bit of the paranormal with a ghost or two floating around the turn-of-the-century house where Una is staying. The darkness in the portentous story mimics the darkness of the Icelandic winter; coupled with the occasional ghostly appearances, the reader is certain to feel a spine-tingling chill or two as plot twists take the story in unexpected directions and reveal surprising secrets. It’s a compelling tale, well-told and slow to reveal its secrets. Readers are sure to find it difficult to set this one aside before turning the final page. Highly recommended.I received a free copy of this eBook from St. Martin’s Press / Minotaur Books and NetGalley #TheGirlWhoDied #NetGalley
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Ragnar Jonasson's The Girl Who Died has a startling title, perhaps a little too direct for me. However, I found the storyline to be compelling, beginning with the main character, Una, who chooses to leave Reykjavik to take a teaching position in a small village far away on the northern tip of the Langanes peninsula, called Skalar. (Jonasson's novel is translated from Icelandic by Victoria Cribb.) The village has ten adults and two children to be taught. That's all. In winter. In the middle of nowhere, and Una knows no one when she arrives. We learn a a lot about Una through her viewpoint; she expects to soon make friends with the people there and is glad to be away from the dull life as a part-time Reykjavik teacher.But her life is more isolated than she expected, and I couldn't help feeling how daunting that move had been. I would never have even remotely considered putting myself in a new place with limited resources, few people, and no one I knew, spending my days mostly with myself, taking solitary walks in the snow. And I, of course, wouldn't have known that there would be a reputed haunted house, sightings of a ghost girl in an attic, and an aloof, curt population there. Had I any hint of that, I would be cowering under the covers of my bed! As you might expect, there is much of the “Don't go in there! Leave, leave!” suspense-movie thrill filling this novel.It is a suspenseful, mysterious narrative with some characters who seem to be friendly, but possibly have dubious hidden motives. Whew! I was very glad when I arrived at the satisfying close of this hypnotic novel.I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
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The Girl Who Died - Ragnar Jónasson
PART ONE
SEVERAL MONTHS EARLIER
I
Teacher wanted at the edge of the world.
Una read the unusual heading again.
She was sitting at the kitchen table in her little flat in the west end of Reykjavík, where she’d been living for four years, after scraping together the money for a deposit through sheer determination. Her mother – the only family she had left – hadn’t been able to lend her anything and Una had been forced, as always, to stand on her own two feet.
The kitchen had hardly changed since the day Una moved in. It was still shabby and old-fashioned, with yellow linoleum on the floor, faded tiles on the walls and garish red units, which, like the white Rafha cooker, were at least twenty years out of date. Nothing about the decor or furnishings said 1985.
Still, at least the coffee tasted good, with a drop of milk. Having picked up the caffeine habit at university, Una couldn’t get through the day without it.
‘I don’t know, Sara,’ she said, trying to smile at her best friend, who was sitting across the table from her. There wasn’t much to smile about these days. Una’s pay as a supply teacher at a small school in the neighbouring town of Kópavogur was barely enough to cover her bills and she was never sure from one month to the next whether she would get enough work. Despite her strict economizing, it was always an effort to make her wages stretch until the next pay day. She was resigned to eating the cheapest fish on offer at least three times a week. Every time she found herself struggling to make ends meet towards the end of the month, she regretted not having finished her medical degree, though, if she were honest, she wouldn’t have been any happier if she had. It had taken her three gruelling years to admit to herself that she’d only enrolled in medicine because it was what her father had wanted; she’d been trying to make his dream come true instead of pursuing her own. She could never have worked as a doctor – she just wasn’t suited to the job; she had no passion for it. Three years of her life … She’d passed all her exams, done well even, but it wasn’t enough. The spark wasn’t there.
‘Why not? Come on, Una – you’re always moaning about having to struggle to get by. You love teaching. And you’re the adventurous type.’ Sara was bursting with optimism, as usual. She’d brought Morgunbladid round to Una’s that Saturday morning with the sole purpose of showing her the advert, aware that Una couldn’t afford a subscription to the paper herself. They were planning to meet up at Sara’s place that evening to watch the live broadcast of a concert in aid of starving children in Africa. Una couldn’t wait: it was rare for Iceland’s sole, state-run TV channel to offer anything that entertaining. And she loved music; loved dancing, going out and having fun – given half a chance, she thought wistfully.
‘But it’s so far away,’ she protested. ‘On the opposite side of the country. You couldn’t get any further from Reykjavík if you tried.’ She looked back at the job advert. ‘Skálar? I’ve never even heard of the place.’
‘It’s a tiny village. A hamlet, really. Right at the end of the Langanes Peninsula. Look, they say they need a teacher for a very small class. There’s free accommodation thrown in. You could save up all your pay, pretty much.’ After a pause Sara added: ‘I saw a report about the village on TV earlier this year. Only ten people live there.’
‘What? Ten! Are you joking?’
‘No. That’s why the TV company sent a reporter there – because it’s the smallest village in the country, or something like that. It stuck in my mind: only ten inhabitants, according to the latest census. The reporter seemed to think it was funny. I assume that means there can’t be more than a couple of kids to teach.’
Una hadn’t taken her friend’s suggestion seriously at first, but maybe it wasn’t such a mad idea after all; maybe it was the opportunity she’d been waiting for. It had never crossed her mind to move to the countryside. She was a Reykjavík girl through and through, having grown up on a post-war housing estate in the suburbs, in a little house that her doctor father had built more or less with his own two hands. She’d had a good childhood there, until the event that had shattered her life.
Until then, she’d been happy, if her memories were anything to go by; playing with her friends on the unpaved roads of the estate in the light summer evenings, watching the new houses springing up all around. Now she stopped to think about it, growing up in that self-contained community had been a bit like living in a village, if not a village of only ten souls. Her images of those vanished days were bathed in a soft glow of nostalgia; a time that could never be revisited.
She and her mother had moved away, and strangers lived in their house now: Una didn’t care who they were – she had no intention of ever going back. But the thought of the tiny community at Skálar struck a sudden chord with her, as if it might offer a way of recapturing the happiness of her childhood. She so badly needed a change of scene.
‘I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to apply,’ she said at last, without really meaning to. She had a sudden vision of making a new start. Of living by the sea, in the heart of nature. ‘If it’s on the Langanes Peninsula, I’m guessing it’s by the sea?’
‘Of course it is. The place is entirely dependent on the fishing. It sounds rather charming, don’t you think? Living in such a remote spot, without actually being alone.’
A village of ten souls, where everyone knew each other – everyone except her, Una corrected herself. There was a sense in which she’d still be alone, wasn’t there? She’d be an outsider. But perhaps this was what she had been yearning for: solitude without loneliness. A chance to drag herself out of this rut and escape the rat race in the city, where her wages mostly went on paying off her mortgage. Where she had no money to socialize, no man in her life, and the only friend she still had any real contact with was Sara.
‘Oh, I don’t know, Sara. We’d never see each other, or hardly ever.’
‘Don’t be silly,’ her friend said affectionately. ‘We’d just have to make more of an effort to visit one another.’ Then: ‘To be honest, that’s why I hesitated a bit about showing you the advert. Because I don’t want to lose you. But I still think it would be the ideal opportunity for you – for a year or so.’
Teacher wanted at the edge of the world. The honesty of the advertisement appealed to Una. There was no attempt to hide the fact that the job would be a challenge. She wondered how many people would apply. If she went for it, she might be the only one. And she had to admit that there wasn’t much to hold her here in town. Of course, there was Sara, but, if she was honest, they weren’t really as close as they used to be. Now that Sara had got herself a family – a husband and a child – she seemed to have less and less time to devote to their friendship. They’d met at sixth-form college, but over the years life had conspired to send them in different directions. Una had been kidding herself that this evening would be like it was in the old days, when they used to party late into the night. They’d watch the concert together, mix themselves some exotic cocktails, have a laugh. She had a sudden horrible suspicion that maybe Sara was trying to get rid of her by showing her this advertisement. Maybe she was secretly bored of their friendship.
Well, the truth was that Una wouldn’t find it that hard to spend a winter on Langanes without seeing Sara. It was her mother she was more worried about missing. They were so close, after going through so much together, but her mother, a fit and healthy fifty-seven-year-old, had long ago found herself a new husband who she adored. No, Una had to face facts: her mother no longer needed her there every day.
‘Anyway, let’s leave it for now,’ she said, closing Morgunbladid. ‘Can I keep the paper?’
‘Sure.’ Sara stood up, her coffee cup empty. ‘I’ve got to get going, but we’re still seeing each other this evening, aren’t we? It’s going to be fun, just the two of us – a girls’ night in. And you promise to think about it? About the job, I mean. I reckon it could be just the thing for you.’
And Una found herself thinking that maybe it was time to move on and meet new people. To do something spontaneous and exciting for once, without wasting too much time weighing up the pros and cons. ‘All right, all right,’ she said, smiling. ‘I promise.’
II
It was an unusually fine August day, mild with not a breath of wind stirring the leaves, and even the odd glimpse of sun.
Una tended to find August rather depressing. It marked the end of the brief Icelandic summer, the point at which the first proper darkness began to creep back after weeks of light nights, but this year she felt different. She was standing on the steps outside the block of flats in Kópavogur where her mother lived with her stepfather. The building was so bleak and run-down that Una would never have dreamt of living there herself. She was much happier in her little place in the old west end, even though it was a basement flat. Now, however, it had been rented out to a young couple with a small child.
Una’s mother had come outside with her after their morning coffee. The time had come to say goodbye, at least for a while.
‘We’ll come and visit you – you know that, darling. And it’s only for a year, isn’t it?’
‘Only for the school year, Mum; only over the winter,’ Una said, ‘but you’re both welcome any time.’ She wasn’t being entirely sincere. Her mother was welcome, but Una had never warmed to her new husband – well, she still thought of him as new, though he had entered their life quite a long time ago. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but there was something about him she didn’t like.
‘Are you planning to stop for the night somewhere?’ her mother asked. ‘It’s a terribly long way. It must be more than 700 kilometres! You must rest if you feel yourself getting sleepy. It’s dangerous to drive if you’re tired.’
‘I know, Mum,’ Una answered patiently. ‘I’m breaking the journey in Akureyri.’ Her mother’s fussing could be a bit much at times. She needed to be able to breathe, to be allowed to stand on her own two feet. And what better opportunity would she have than this: the position of teacher in a village so small it hardly deserved the name? Only ten people. How on earth could such a tiny community survive?
It would certainly be interesting and also, she hoped, reinvigorating for body and soul. In the event, getting the job had been child’s play. Several days after Sara had come round with the advertisement, Una had finally psyched herself up to ring the number provided. The phone had been answered by a woman – in her thirties, Una guessed – who lived in Skálar and apparently sat on the education committee of the local authority. ‘I’m very pleased to hear you’re interested,’ the woman said. ‘To tell the truth, no one else has called about the job.’
Una had explained that she was a qualified teacher with plenty of experience.
‘But why do you want to move out here?’ the woman had asked.
Una had been momentarily stumped for an answer. She had so many reasons: to escape from her monotonous life in town; to have a break from Sara, or rather, to let Sara get on with her own life for a while; to have a rest from her mother – and even more from her stepfather; to have a change of scene. But the real reason lay deeper.
‘I just want to try living in the countryside,’ she had told the woman after a pause. Although she hadn’t been given the job then and there, she had known that she must be in with a good chance. Before ending the conversation, she had asked: ‘How many children are there … for me to teach?’
‘Just two, two girls. Seven and nine years old,’ came the reply.
‘Just two girls? And you need a teacher?’
‘Yes, the fact is, we do. It’s too far to drive them back and forth to the nearest school, especially in winter. They’re lovely girls as well.’
And now the moment had come. Una was embarking on her adventure here in Kópavogur, at the crack of dawn: a winter in the countryside, right out at the end of the Langanes Peninsula, among strangers, with only two pupils. It still seemed faintly ridiculous that she was being hired to teach such a tiny class, as if it would hardly justify a full teacher’s salary. But inside she was excited; there was something so appealing about the idea.
Salka, the woman she had spoken to on the phone, had come across as friendly and approachable. If all the locals were like her, perhaps the little village would welcome Una with open arms. And perhaps she would be so taken with the scenery and the people that she wouldn’t want to leave after her contract was up …
She snapped out of her thoughts when her mother touched her arm and repeated her question, although Una had already answered it: ‘You’re sure it’s only for one year?’
‘Just for one winter, yes. I’ve no intention of living that far from Reykjavík for ever.’ She smiled reassuringly at her mother.
‘Well, Una. I feel as if the bird’s finally flown the nest.’
‘What nonsense, Mum. I flew the nest years ago.’
‘Yes, darling, but you’ve never been far away. We’ve always been there for each other … I just hope it won’t be too difficult for you, being alone up there, not being able to come and see me to talk about … well, about the past.’
Una had a sudden suspicion that her mother was in fact describing her own fears; that this parting might prove harder for her than Una had realized.
Una hugged her tight, and they stood there for a moment, neither of them saying a word.
There was nothing more to say.
He had never killed a man before.
Had never come close, despite his sinister reputation. It was a reputation designed to instil respect and fear, cultivated deliberately because he had a position to maintain. Plenty of people no doubt believed him capable of murder, and some probably thought he had already killed, given all the times he’d been forced to resort to violence. Although his appearance didn’t necessarily suggest it, he was strong and knew how to