Last Rituals by Sigurdardottir Yrsa & Sigurdardóttir Yrsa

Author:Sigurdardottir, Yrsa & Sigurdardóttir, Yrsa [Sigurdardottir, Yrsa & Sigurdardóttir, Yrsa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Mystery, Fiction, Crime, General, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780061844812
Google: mLu4z97ee7QC
Amazon: B000W9161G
Barnesnoble: B000W9161G
Goodreads: 10138095
Publisher: HarperCollins e-books
Published: 2005-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Scumbag lawyer—fuck off. Take the Guntliebs with you. You all suck. I’d rather die than help you.

All my hate

Mal

Thóra slowly breathed out. No mixed messages there. She looked at Matthew. “Could he be joking?”

Matthew caught her eye but could not tell whether she was joking too. He presumed she was. “Sure—I bet he’ll send another mail with smileys bouncing all over the screen saying how much he loves the Guntliebs.” He groaned. “Screw it. Harald obviously didn’t speak highly of his parents to his friends. I think we can forget this guy.”

Thóra sighed. “Aren’t we wasting our time, then? We could go down to Kaffibrennslan, for instance, and talk to the waiter who gave Halldór his alibi, if he’s on duty. I do agree it’s a pretty weak testimony. If he isn’t working now we can just have a coffee.”

Delighted, Matthew stood up. Thóra quickly removed the memory stick, slipped it into her handbag, and switched off the computer.

There were few customers at Kaffibrennslan, so Thóra and Matthew had a choice of seats. They sat at a table close to the bar on the lower floor. While Thóra was struggling to hang her coat over the back of her chair, Matthew tried to catch the attention of the young waitress. Then Matthew turned to Thóra. “Why didn’t you wear the coat you were in this morning?” he asked, goggling at the huge padded coat spread out on either side of her chair—the arms were so stuffed with goose down that they almost stood out at ninety degrees.

“I was cold,” Thóra said, as surprised by his question as he seemed to be by her coat. “I keep it at the office—I wore the other coat there this morning and I wear this home in the evenings. Don’t you think it’s nice?”

Matthew’s expression spoke volumes about his opinion of the coat. “Lovely—if you were taking core samples from an Antarctic glacier.”

Thóra rolled her eyes. “God, you’re so uptight,” she said, smiling at the waitress who had appeared at their side.

“Can I help you?” the girl asked, returning her smile. She had a short black apron tied around her slender waist and was holding a small notepad, ready to take their order.

“Yes, please,” Thóra replied. “I’ll have a double espresso.” She turned to Matthew. “Don’t you just want tea in a china cup?”

“Ha-ha. Very funny,” he said, then turned to the waitress and ordered the same as Thóra.

“Okay,” she said without writing the order down. “Anything else?”

“Yes and no,” Thóra said. “We were wondering if Björn Jónsson is here now. We wanted to have a word with him.”

“Bjössi?” said the girl, startled. “Yes, he just got in.” She looked at the clock on the wall. “His shift starts now. Should I get him for you?” Thóra thanked her, and the girl went off to fetch Bjössi and their coffee.

Matthew smiled sweetly at Thóra. “Your coat is great. I mean it. It’s just so…huge.”

“You didn’t let that stop you flirting with Bella. She’s huge too—so huge that she has her own center of gravity.

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