they could talk in private. The three women looked up from their game.
âWhat do you want?â asked ThurÃ.
âItâs about an acquaintance of mine, who I believe you knew.â
âBit young for you, isnât he, ThurÃ?â said the woman with the sunken jaw.
At this the three Ludo players perked up and started to laugh. The eldest, evidently out of practice, broke into a fit of coughing, accompanied by much wheezing and gasping. The toothless woman bared her gums. Ignoring them, Thurà beckoned Erlendur to follow her.
âOi, leave some for us!â called the eldest, and they all howled with laughter again.
Erlendur and Thurà went outside and stood in front of the house. Thurà produced a small tin of roll-ups, lit one and sucked in the smoke.
âStupid bitches,â she said, in a hoarse, inarticulate voice. âTheyâre only jealous because Iâve been dry for four months and they know I have the guts to drag myself out of this shitty life.â
She was short, dark and scrawny, and wore a threadbare jumper and jeans. Brown blotches disfigured her wizened, hollow face. Erlendur thought she couldnât be much under fifty. She was jittery; her beady eyes constantly searching, never still.
âI wanted to ask you about a man called Hannibal,â Erlendur began. âI gather you used to know him.â
Thurà regarded him in astonishment. âHannibal?â
âYes.â
âWhat about him?â
âDid you know him well?â
âWell enough,â she said guardedly. âWhy are you asking about him? You know heâs dead?â
âYes, I do. And Iâm aware of the circumstances. But it occurred to me you might be able to fill me in a bit more.â
âAbout how he died, you mean? He drowned.â
âWere you surprised when you heard? Did it strike you as unexpected?â
âNo, not particularly,â she said, thinking back. âEvery year a few of the homeless guys cop it. When I heard I just thought to myself that Hannibalâs number was up. But then ⦠I was in a mess back then, so everythingâs a bit of a blur.â
âDid you know he was sleeping up by the pipeline?â
âYes. Went to see him there once. Not long before they found him in the pool. Wanted to talk him out of sleeping rough; make him come home with me. I had OK digs at the time. He didnât take it too badly. Was getting fed up with life in the pipeline. Feeling the cold at night, though he wouldnât admit it.â
âBut nothing came of it?â
âNo, he wanted to think it over. He could be such an awkward bugger. Couldnât hack it when I ⦠couldnât hack some of the things I did. Then right after that I heard he was dead.â
âWhat couldnât he hack?â
âThe things I did to get hold of booze and pills.â
âThingsâ¦?â
âLook, I sold myself, OK?â Thurà blurted out angrily. âIt happens. Go ahead and judge me, if you like. I donât give a shit.â
âIâm not judging you,â said Erlendur.
âThatâs what you think.â
âWere you close?â
âMe and Hannibal used to knock about together. But then I cleaned up my act and turned my back on that world. You have to if you want a real shot at life. Only saw him on and off for a while. Then I lapsed. Ended up in the same old rut. We started seeing each other again. Went on like that for years. Always ending up in the same old rut.â
âDid you live together?â
âYes. Shared a dump of a room on Skipholt â for a whole year, I think. That was the longest. We used to get up to all sorts. Hannibal was a bit of a loner but he could be good company. Heâ¦â
She paused to inhale.
âHe was a good man. Could be an awkward sod at times. Boring. Moody. But he had a good heart. Was always understanding. Treated me like an
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