The Draining Lake - By Arnaldur Indridason Page 0,1
of the bones are buried in the sand on the bottom. I thought it was a sheep at first.'
'A sheep?'
'We found one the other day that had drowned years ago. When the lake was bigger.'
There was another pause.
'Wait there,' said the voice reluctantly. 'I'll send a patrol car.'
She stood still by the skeleton for a while, then walked over to the shore and measured the distance. She was certain the bones had not surfaced when she was taking measurements at the same place a fortnight earlier. Otherwise she would have seen them. The water level had dropped by more than a metre since then.
The scientists from the Energy Authority had been puzzling over this conundrum ever since they'd noticed that the water level in Lake Kleifarvatn was falling rapidly. The authority had set up its first automatic surface-level monitor in 1964 and one of the hydrologists' tasks was to check the measurements. In the summer of 2000 the monitor seemed to have broken. An incredible amount of water was draining from the lake every day, twice the normal volume.
She walked back to the skeleton. She was itching to take a better look, dig it up and brush off the sand, but imagined that the police would be none too pleased at that. She wondered whether it was male or female and vaguely recalled having read somewhere, probably in a detective story, that their skeletons were almost identical: only the pelvises were different. Then she remembered someone telling her not to believe anything she read in detective stories. Since the skeleton was buried in the sand she couldn't see the pelvis, and it struck her that she would not have known the difference anyway.
Her hangover intensified and she sat down on the sand beside the bones. It was a Sunday morning and the occasional car drove past the lake. She imagined they were families out for a Sunday drive to Herdísarvík and on to Selvogur. That was a popular and scenic route, across the lava field and hills and past the lake down to the sea. She thought about the families in the cars. Her own husband had left her when the doctors ruled out their ever having children together. He remarried shortly afterwards and now had two lovely children. He had found happiness.
All that she had found was a man she barely knew, lying in her bed in his socks. Decent men became harder to find as the years went by. Most of them were either divorced like her or, even worse, had never been in a relationship at all.
She looked woefully at the bones, half-buried in the sand, and was close to tears.
About an hour later a police car approached from Hafnarfjördur. It was in no hurry, lazily threading its way along the road towards the lake. This was May and the sun was high in the sky, reflecting off the smooth surface of the water. She sat on the sand watching the road and when she waved to the car it pulled over. Two police officers got out, looked in her direction and walked towards her.
They stood over the skeleton in silence for a long time until one of them poked a rib with his foot.
'Do you reckon he was fishing?' he said to his colleague.
'On a boat, you mean?'
'Or waded here.'
'There's a hole,' she said, looking at each of them in turn. 'In the skull.'
One officer bent down.
'Well,' he said.
'He could have fallen over in the boat and broken his skull,' his colleague said.
'It's full of sand,' said the first one.
'Shouldn't we notify CID?' the other asked.
'Aren't most of them in America?' his colleague said, looking up into the sky. 'At a crime conference?'
The other officer nodded. Then they stood quietly over the bones for a while until one of them turned to her.
'Where's all the water gone?' he asked.
'There are various theories,' she said. 'What are you going to do? Can I go home now?'
After exchanging glances they took down her name and thanked her, without apologising for having kept her waiting. She didn't care. She wasn't in a hurry. It was a beautiful day by the lake and she would have enjoyed it even more in the company of her hangover if she had not chanced upon the skeleton. She wondered whether the man in the black socks had left her flat and certainly hoped so. Looked forward to renting a video that evening and snuggling up under a blanket in front of the television.