Arnaldur Indridason - Oblivion

‘Anyway,’ Erlendur finished, ‘I thought maybe we could talk for a minute. You two were neighbours and—’

‘No, I don’t think so,’ said Rasmus. ‘I can’t help you, I’m afraid. Goodbye.’

He closed the door and Erlendur remained standing there for a moment, wondering whether to knock again. He decided to leave it. He would have to use other methods if he was going to induce this man to talk to him. Instead of returning to the street, Erlendur went into the garden and positioned himself where he could glimpse Dagbjört’s window through the fir trees. From the ground little of the room was visible except the ceiling. Erlendur turned and looked at Rasmus’s house. It had two large windows upstairs on the side facing Dagbjört’s house. From there it would naturally have been easy to see into her bedroom when the firs were smaller. Erlendur noticed the curtains twitching downstairs. Rasmus was watching him, apparently prepared to allow this rude act of trespass to take place without objection. Erlendur took out the diary pages. Read again the bewilderment in the girl’s comments about the bizarre behaviour of the man next door who lurked in the gloom, spying on her. Hid there in the shadows while she was getting ready for bed. He read again the question she had written down and concealed in the secret place in her room: What’s he doing?

‘Would you mind getting out of my garden?’ He looked up and saw that Rasmus had opened the back door. ‘You’re trespassing.’

‘You must have known Dagbjört,’ said Erlendur.

‘That’s none of your business,’ said Rasmus. ‘Get out of my garden. Get out before I call the police!’

‘I am the police,’ said Erlendur.

‘What?’

‘I’m a detective. All I want is a few words with you about Dagbjört, though I have to say your attitude is very peculiar.’

‘How do you mean peculiar?’

‘Or perhaps I should return with backup, as well as a court order and an arrest warrant.’

‘Arrest warrant? What do you mean? For me? Backup?’

Erlendur nodded, feeling ashamed of himself. It was so easy to work on the recluse’s fears. To take advantage of the vulnerability that he detected in the man’s bulging eyes and flat, lifeless face; the solitude, which he couldn’t bear to have violated.

‘You were Dagbjört’s next-door neighbour,’ said Erlendur. ‘Her bedroom window faces your house. You could have watched all her comings and goings.’

Rasmus retreated into the house again.

‘Did you know her well?’ asked Erlendur.

Without another word, Rasmus Kruse closed the back door and pulled the curtain over it. Erlendur stayed where he was, showing no sign of leaving. Minutes passed until he saw the curtains stirring again, then the door opened and Rasmus’s head popped out.

‘I told you to get out of my garden,’ Rasmus called, sounding distressed. ‘Get out. Get out of here!’

Erlendur stood firm.

‘You’re not coming inside,’ cried Rasmus.

‘We can just as easily talk out here in the garden,’ said Erlendur, trying to sound amiable. ‘I don’t mind. I only want to ask you a few questions, that’s all. I don’t know why you’re reacting like this.’

‘I’m not used to visits,’ said Rasmus, a little less agitated now.

‘That’s obvious. And I do understand.’

‘Then won’t you please go away? I really don’t think I can help you.’

‘Do you remember Dagbjört well?’

‘Yes, I remember her.’

‘Couldn’t I talk to you about her for a moment?’ asked Erlendur. ‘It won’t take long.’

Rasmus stood in the doorway, paler than ever, considering this. Erlendur had no idea what he lived on but judging by his appearance and the state of the house he couldn’t be particularly well off.

‘What do you want to know?’

‘Anything you can tell me.’

Rasmus thought again. ‘I noticed her as soon as Mother and I moved here,’ he said. ‘That was about two years before...’

‘Before she vanished,’ finished Erlendur.

Rasmus nodded. ‘She was always surrounded by life. She had lots of friends and they used to play music and go out, to parties and things. They had so much fun but Mama... my mother said they were—’ He broke off, apparently feeling he had said too much.

‘What did your mother say?’

‘It doesn’t matter.’

‘Didn’t she approve of Dagbjört?’

‘She didn’t like all the fun and games they had,’ said Rasmus. ‘That’s just the way it was. She had no time for that sort of thing, Mrs Kruse — my mother. Didn’t think it was appropriate for young girls to go out on the town so much. She wasn’t like that herself, you see. She saw things rather differently.’

‘But Dagbjört and her friends weren’t that young, were they?’ asked Erlendur.

‘Mother thought they were. She said they were tarts and sluts and forbade me to have anything to do with them.’

‘Did you have anything to do with them?’

‘No, never,’ said Rasmus emphatically. ‘I never did.’

‘Didn’t you and your mother have any contact at all with your neighbours?’

‘Yes... that is, we used to say hello, but my mother didn’t want too much contact. Mrs Kruse preferred to be left alone.’

‘So you never talked to Dagbjört?’

‘No. Not often.’

‘Were you and your mother the only ones living in this house at the time?’

‘Yes.’

‘Just you and your mother?’

‘Yes. No, that is, my mother died about six months before that business with the girl.’

‘And you’ve lived alone here ever since?’

‘Yes.’

‘What about your father?’

‘They split up when I was a child. I can hardly remember him except as a guest in my mother’s house. Then we didn’t hear from him any more. My mother told me he’d moved abroad.’

‘Is he alive?’

‘Quite possibly. I don’t know.’

‘Don’t you have any interest in finding out?’

‘No. None at all. Are you done?’

‘Yes, almost,’ said Erlendur. ‘Were you at home the morning Dagbjört vanished?’

‘Ye-es,’ said Rasmus slowly.

‘Did you see her leave for school?’

‘No.’

‘Positive?’

‘Yes.’

‘But you sometimes saw her, didn’t you? Leaving for school?’

‘Sometimes.’

‘But not that morning?’

‘No.’

‘Is your memory that good? After all, it was a long time ago and—’

‘Yes. It’s not easy to forget. When people vanish like that.’

‘Did you know if she had a boyfriend?’

‘A boyfriend? No.’

‘Did you ever see anyone hanging around outside, watching her house in the evenings?’

‘No. I never saw anyone. Why, do you think...? Was someone watching the house? I never noticed.’

‘Did you ever see any of the youths from Camp Knox loitering in the street?’

‘No, I didn’t see... not that I noticed, but it’s such a long time ago and everything’s... you forget... and... and I didn’t know any youths from Camp Knox. Mrs Kruse wouldn’t allow it. She said they were no better than scum, the lot of them.’

‘What about you?’

‘Me?’

‘Were you interested in Dagbjört?’

‘Me? Oh, no. No, not at all.’

‘Did you see what she did in the evenings?’

‘In the evenings?’

‘Did you sometimes see her in the evenings?’

‘No, it... I... I wasn’t interested in her.’

‘Did you sometimes see her in the evenings when she was alone in her room?’

Rasmus seemed disconcerted by the question.

‘Do you think she spotted you?’ asked Erlendur. ‘Do you think she saw what you were up to?’

Rasmus had difficulty disguising his dismay when it suddenly dawned on him where all these questions had been leading. His prominent eyes bulged even wider and his face was aghast with surprise and fear. He retreated inside the house.