Lies by Alda Grand & Tia Wilson

Author:Alda Grand & Tia Wilson [Grand, Alda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2017-04-06T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Brad paced back and forth in his hotel room checking his watch every few minutes. It was already ten minutes past midnight. He pulled back the curtains and looked out across the mirror surface of the bay to a snow capped mountain in the distance. Mount Esja was its name and his hotel was named after it because of its unobstructed view across to it. When checking in the smiling and overly tanned receptionist had handed him a leaflet for the daily bus from the hotel to the mountains base. It’s then an easy hike to the top where you will have a beautiful view across to Reykjavik City and its out lying area she said in a robotic tone. Brad glanced at the leaflet in his hand and nodded tersely at her and she smiled an automatic smile containing no warmth. Me and you both Brad thought to himself, going through the motions. Looking out at the range of mountains Brad imagined jumping in his rental car and just driving away from the grim task ahead of him.

The sky was still as bright as day with the sun skimming across the peak of Mount Esja. Birds sang and apart from the lack of traffic on the road it felt like it could be the middle of the day.

His face was reflected back at him in the glass and he looked at it barely recognising himself. Brad looked drawn and haggard with a few days of stubble, under his eyes were heavy black rings. I can’t do this much longer he thought taking out his notebook and running his finger over its well worn pages. Six months, maybe a year at most he would be out from under his debts and he could turn away from the maw before he was completely swallowed. Someone knocked on his door and he approached it silently. Through the peephole he could see Jonsi standing there holding a bag, distorted through the lens he seemed more scarecrow than man.

As soon as Brad opened the door and let him into the room he started talking, “My friend you look rough. Do you want me to sort you out with a pick me up? Maybe some girls to help you relax. I have Polish,Latvians, Africans if you like the darker meat, boys if thats your thing. I don't judge,” he said with another of his watery eyed winks.

“I only need what I ordered from you today,” he said pouring himself a glass of coke. “How does anyone sleep around here when the sun never sets?” Brad asked.

“We Icelanders don't sleep during the summer. This is when we recharge for the long and dark winters ahead. Who would want to sleep and miss all this,” he said motioning to the clear sky outside of the window.

“What have you found out?” Brad asked.

“Good news my friend. I know exactly where they are. They didn't hang around Reykjavik when they arrived, they got on a bus and headed south along the coast.

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