Free The Draining Lake by Arnaldur Indridason

who were working in the fish factory with me.'
    'You started asking about me?'
    'Not directly. Not about you. I asked about the old days, about the people who used to live there and the farmers. Your dad was a farmer, wasn't he? My grandad.'
    Erlendur did not answer.
    'Some of them remember it well,' Sindri said.
    'Remember what?'
    'The two boys who went up to the mountains with their father, and the younger boy who died. And the family moved to Reykjavík afterwards.'
    'Which people were you talking to?'
    'People who live out east.'
    'And you were spying on me?' Erlendur said grumpily.
    'I wasn't spying on you at all,' Sindri said. 'Eva Lind told me about it and I asked people about what happened.'
    Erlendur pushed away his plate.
    'So what happened?'
    'The weather was crazy. Your dad got home and the rescue team was called out. You were found buried in a snowdrift. Your dad didn't take part in the search. People said he sank into self-pity and went off the rails afterwards.'
    'Went off the rails?' Erlendur said angrily. 'Bollocks.'
    'Your mum was much tougher,' Sindri went on. 'She went out searching every day with the rescue team. And long after that. Until you moved away two years later. She was always going up onto the moors to look for her son. It was an obsession for her.'
    'She wanted to be able to bury him,' Erlendur said. 'If you call that an obsession.'
    'People told me about you too.'
    'You shouldn't listen to gossip.'
    'They said the elder brother, the one who was rescued, came back to the area regularly and walked the mountains and moors. There could be years between his visits and he hadn't been for several years now, but they always expect him there. He comes alone, with a tent, rents some horses and heads off for the mountains. He returns a week or ten days later, maybe a fortnight, then drives away. He never talks to anyone except when he rents the horses, and he doesn't say much then.'
    'Are people out east still talking about that?'
    'I don't think so,' Sindri said. 'Not so much. I was just curious and talked to people who remembered it. Remembered you. I talked to the farmer who rents you the horses.'
    'Why did you do all this? You've never . . .'
    'Eva Lind said she understood you better after you told her about it. She always wants to talk about you. I've never bothered thinking about you at all. I can't figure out what you represent to her. You don't matter to me in the least. That's fine with me. I'm glad I don't need you. Never have. Eva needs you. She always has.'
    'I've tried to do what I can for Eva,' Erlendur said.
    'I know. She's told me. Sometimes she thinks you're interfering, but I think she understands what you're trying to do for her.'
    'Human remains can be found a whole generation later,' Erlendur said. 'Even hundreds of years. By sheer chance. There are lots of stories of that happening.'
    'I'm sure,' Sindri said, looking over at the bookshelves. 'Eva said you felt responsible for what happened to him. That you lost hold of him. Is that why you go to the east to look for him?'
    'I think . . .'
    Erlendur stopped short.
    'Your conscience?' Sindri asked.
    'I don't know whether it's my conscience,' Erlendur said, with a vague smile.
    'But you've never found him,' Sindri said.
    'No,' Erlendur said.
    'That's why you keep going back.'
    'I like going to the east. Change of surroundings. Being by myself a bit.'
    'I saw the house you lived in. It was abandoned ages ago.'
    'Yes,' Erlendur said. 'Way back. It's half-collapsed. Sometimes I make plans to turn it into a summer house but . . .'
    'It's in the middle of nowhere.'
    Erlendur looked at Sindri.
    'It's nice sleeping there,' Erlendur said. 'With the ghosts.'
     
    When he lay down to go to sleep that night he thought about his son's words. Sindri was right. He had been to the east during several summers to look for his brother. He could not say why, apart from the obvious reason: to find his mortal remains and close the matter, even though he