chest. He wore a dirty green parka with a fur collar. Baddi had given a good description of him. Erlendur sat down at his table.
"Are you Alli?" he asked, but received no reply. He looked around the bar. It was dark inside and only a handful of people sat at the occasional table. A miserable country singer performed a melancholy song about lost love over a loudspeaker above them. A middle-aged barman sat on a stool behind the bar, reading a dogeared paperback.
Erlendur repeated the question and at length prodded the man's shoulder. He woke up and looked at Erlendur with gormless eyes.
"Another beer?" Erlendur asked, trying his best to smile. A grimace moved across his face.
"Who are you?" Alli asked, his eyes glazed. He made no attempt to conceal his idiotic expression.
"I'm looking for Eva Lind. I'm her father and I'm in a hurry. She phoned me and asked for help."
"Are you the cop?" Alli asked.
"Yes, I'm the cop," Erlendur said.
Alli sat up in his seat and looked around furtively.
"Why are you asking me?"
"I know that you know Eva Lind."
"How?"
"Do you know where she is?"
"You gonna buy me a beer?"
Erlendur looked at him and wondered for an instant whether he was using the right approach, but carried on anyway, he was running out of time. He stood up and walked quickly to the bar. The barman looked up reluctantly from his paperback, put it down with an air of regret and got up from his stool. Erlendur asked for a large beer. He was fumbling for his wallet when he noticed that Alli was gone. He took a quick look around and saw the door closing. Leaving the barman holding the glass of beer, he ran out and saw Alli making for the old houses in Grjótathorp.
Alli did not run very fast and did not last long either. He looked round, saw Erlendur in pursuit and tried to speed up, but had no stamina. Erlendur soon caught up with him and sent him moaning to the ground with a shove. Two bottles of pills rolled out of his pockets and Erlendur picked them up. They looked like Ecstasy. He tore Alli's coat off and heard more bottles rattling. When he had emptied the coat pockets Erlendur was left holding enough to fill an sizeable medicine cabinet.
"They'll . . . kill . . . me," Alli panted as he clambered to his feet. There were few people around. An elderly couple on the other side of the street, who had watched the action, hurried away when they saw Erlendur picking up one bottle of pills after another.
"I don't care," Erlendur said.
"Don't take that from me. You don't know how they . . ."
"Who?"
Alli huddled up against the wall of a house and started to cry.
"It's my last chance," he said, snot running from his nose.
"I don't give a shit what chance it is. When was the last time you saw Eva Lind?"
Alli snuffled, suddenly glared at Erlendur, as if eying a way out.
"Okay."
"What?"
"If I tell you about Eva, will you give those back to me?" he asked.
Erlendur thought it over.
"If you know about Eva I'll let you have it. If you're lying I'll come back and use you as a trampoline."
"Okay, okay. Eva came to see me today. If you see her, she owes me a bunch of money. I refused to give her any more. I don't deal to pregnant chicks."
"No," Erlendur said. "A man of principle, I suppose."
"She came round with her belly stuck out in the air and whined at me and started getting heavy when I wouldn't give her anything, then she left."
"Do you know where she went?"
"No idea."
"Where does she live?"
"A chick with no money. I need money, see. Or they'll kill me."
"Do you know where she lives?"
"Lives? Nowhere. She just crashes where she can. Scrounges. Reckons she can get it for nothing." Alli snorted disdainfully. "Like you could just give it away. Like it's just for free."
The gap where his teeth were missing gave his speech a soft lisp and he suddenly looked like a big child in his dirty parka, trying to put on a brave act.
Snot started dripping from his nose again.
"Where could she have gone?" Erlendur asked.
Alli looked at him and sniffed.
"Will