“Thanks for coming, Jakob,” I say, trying to sound friendly. I’m actually trying to be friendly. It is a technique I’ve learned from the Innuit, but to them it is not a technique.
“Peanut,” says the lanky man with the long legs. “It’s Peanut.”
I can sense Ahnah’s confusion. She’s trying to take notes but a grown man with the name of a snack food makes no sense to her. It’s something I’ll try to explain later, although I’m not sure how. “We’re trying to find out what happened to Erik,” I explain, “and hoping you can help.”
“I’ll try,” says Peanut. It’s more of a mumble. Again, not sure if he’s nervous or shy. Or something else.
“We have the report from the paramedics,” I note. “It indicates you called fire and emergency.” Iqaluit does not have a 911 system.
Peanut nods. He obviously do
