Snowed in with a couple of psychopaths for the winter…
When two small-time crooks rob Reykjavik’s premier drugs dealer, hoping for a quick escape to the sun, their plans start to unravel after their getaway driver fails to show. Tensions mount between the pair and the two women they have grabbed as hostages when they find themselves holed upcountry in an isolated hotel that has been mothballed for the season.
Back in the capital, Gunnhildur, Eiríkur and Helgi find themselves at a dead end investigating what appear to be the unrelated disappearance of a mother, her daughter and their car during a day’s shopping, and the death of a thief in a house fire.
Gunna and her team are faced with a set of riddles but as more people are quizzed it begins to emerge that all these unrelated incidents are in fact linked. And at the same time, two increasingly desperate lowlifes have no choice but to make some big decisions on how to get rid of their accidental hostages..
The following is an extract from Quentin’s Thin Ice
Tinna Lind lifted herself up and crossed her legs again, letting her hair fall about her shoulders before roughly bunching it into a bun behind her head.
‘I have a proposition for you.’
‘You want to have my babies and live happily ever after?’
‘That might come later, who knows?’ she said, and her voice
dropped. She reached out and walked her fingers up Magni’s chest, ending up with one finger on his chin. ‘How much money does your friend in the bridal suite have?’
‘Something around two hundred thousand euros, I think,’ he an- swered and found himself becoming slightly breathless at the thought.
She leaned forward and looked into his eyes.
‘So how about you and me? We ease your friend out of the part- nership, drop him somewhere with a long walk to civilization, then we drop my mother next at a bus stop somewhere.’
‘And?’ Magni’s mouth was dry.
‘And we disappear. Just like you and Össur were going to do. Think about it. We could live well with that much money if we could get to somewhere warm.’