again.’ And he turned on his heel back to the police car. ‘Oh, Magnús?’ the postman said. Magnus turned. ‘Yes?’ ‘You’re American, aren’t you?’ ‘Not really. But I did live there for a while.’ ‘Well, the answer lies here in Iceland. Not in America. Remember that.’ Magnus stared at the postman as he got into his van and drove off back to the little town. Was that an answer? Or was it just another question? THE END