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“I can’t understand what the CID wants of me,” she said as she breezed along, turning her head slightly as if to reassure herself that Erlendur was keeping up with her.
“You’ll find out,” Erlendur panted.
“I certainly hope so,” Ha
When Erlendur told her his business she sat and thought about it for a long time. Erlendur managed to slow her down a little with the account of Audur and her mother and the autopsy, the diagnosis and the brain that had been removed.
“Which hospital did you say the girl was admitted to?” she asked eventually.
“Keflavik. How do you obtain organs for teaching?”
Ha
“I don’t see what you’re getting at.”
“You use human organs for teaching purposes,” Erlendur said. “Bio-samples, I think they’re called, I’m no expert, but the question is very simple. Where do you get them from?”
“I don’t think I need to tell you anything about that,” she said and started to fiddle with some papers lying on her desk as if she was too busy to pay proper attention to Erlendur.
“It’s quite important to us,” Erlendur said, “to us at the police, to find out if the brain still exists. Conceivably it’s in your records. It was studied at the time but not returned to its rightful place. There may be a perfectly straightforward explanation. The tumour took time to examine and the body had to be buried. The university and hospitals are the most likely places for storing organs. You can sit there with your poker face, but I can do a couple of things to cause a bit of aggro for you, the university and the hospitals. Just think what a pain the media can be sometimes, and I just happen to have a couple of friends on the papers.”
Ha
“A crow starves sitting,” she said eventually.
“But finds flying,” Erlendur completed the proverb.
“That was really the only rule in this respect, but I can’t tell you anything, as you can possibly imagine. These are fairly sensitive issues.”
“I’m not investigating it as a criminal act,” Erlendur said. “I don’t even know whether an organ theft was involved. What you do to dead people is none of my business, if it’s kept within reasonable limits.”
Ha
“If this is what the medical profession needs, I’m sure it can be justified to some people. I need to locate a specific organ from a specific individual to study it again and if we can trace its history from the time it was removed until the present day I’d be extremely grateful. This is private information for my own purposes.”
“What kind of private information?”
“I’m not interested in letting this go any further. We need to get the organ back if possible. What I was wondering is whether it wouldn’t have sufficed to take a sample, whether the whole organ needed to be removed.”
“Of course I don’t know the specific case to which you’re referring but there are stricter rules in force about autopsies now than in the old days,” Ha
Ha
“We have some of this on record on our computers,” she continued, “and the rest is in the archive stored in this building. They keep fairly detailed records. The hospitals’ largest collection of organs is on Baronsstigur. You realise that little medical teaching takes place here on campus. It’s done in the hospitals. That’s where the knowledge comes from.”
“The pathologist didn’t want to show me the organ bank,” Erlendur said. “He wanted me to talk to you first. Does the university have any say in the matter?”
“Come on,” Ha
She stood up and Erlendur followed her. She used a key to unlock a spacious room and entered a password in a security device on the wall by the door. She went over to a desk and switched on a computer while Erlendur took a look around. There were no windows in the room and rows of filing cabinets stood against the walls. Ha
“It’s not here,” she said thoughtfully, glaring at the monitor. “Computer records only go back to 1984. We’re digitising all the data from the time the medical faculty was established, but we haven’t got any further than that with our records yet.”
“So it’s the filing cabinets then,” Erlendur said.
“I really don’t have the time for all this,” Ha
She went over to Erlendur and took a quick look around, walked between the cabinets and read their labels. She pulled out a drawer here and there and browsed through the documents, but quickly closed them again. Erlendur had no idea what the files contained.
“Have you got medical records in here?” he asked.
Ha
“Only asked,” Erlendur said.
Ha
“Here’s something about bio-samples,” she said. “1968. There are several names here. Nothing you’re interested in.” She put the report back in the cabinet, shoved the drawer closed and pulled out another one. “Here are some more,” she said. “Wait a minute. Here’s the girl’s name, Audur, and her mother’s name. Here it is.”
Ha
“One organ removed,” she said, as if to herself. “Taken at Keflavik hospital. Permission of next of kin… nothing there. There’s nothing here about the organ being destroyed.”
Ha
“May I see that?” Erlendur asked, not attempting to conceal his eagerness.
“You won’t learn anything from it,” Ha
“What does it say? What are you hiding?”
“Nothing,” Ha
“Then I’ll get a warrant and come back later today and that report had better be where it belongs,” Erlendur said and walked in the direction of the door.
“Do you promise that the information from here won’t go any further?” she said when Erlendur had opened the door and was about to leave.
“I’ve told you that. This is private information, for me.”
“Take a look at it then,” Ha
Erlendur closed the door, took the file and immersed himself in it. Ha
“Who’s Eydal?”
“One of our most accomplished medical scientists.”
“What was it here that you didn’t want me to see? Can’t I talk to this man?”
Ha
“What’s going on?” Erlendur said.
Ha
“The man collects organs?” Erlendur said.
“He keeps a few organs, a small collection.”
“An organ collector?”
“That’s all I know,” Ha
“It’s conceivable that he’s got the brain,” Erlendur said. “It says here he was given a sample to study. Is this a problem for you?”