Freyja's pleasant diversion was a good motivator to wrap this case up as soon as I can. Few people have access to the inner sanctum so I know it must be someone who knows or would be in the good favor of Odin or Freyja.

It's not Frigga, for as much as I know she would love to get Freya out of Odin's bed, her revenge would be against Odin and so far he hasn't suffered any misfortune from this incident. In fact, now that I think about it,he would be the only one to have any gain from taking Brisengamen.

I rub my temples and try to remember back when Freyja first got the necklace. I remember the dwarves made her promise favors to them each night for four nights. Odin was furious. Of all the things in this universe, he covets and prizes Freyja the most. The fact she was willing to trade favors for the necklace was enough for Odin to almost destroy the dwarven smiths.

I place a call in to Odin's travel secretary.

"Gunnlod, sweetheart! Have I ever told you how beautiful you look?" I say when she answers the phone.

"Heimdall, you're talking to me on the phone." She answers.

"Ah yes, you are absolutely right!" I answer. Silence is Gunnlod's response to my pathetic attempt at flirtation.

"What do you want Heimdall?" She says after a very uncomfortable pause.

"What's Odin's travel schedule been like the last few days?"

"He took a helicopter a few nights ago. Somewhere near Utgard. Why do you ask?" Gunnlod answers.

"Oh, just checking on a few details for Tyr." is my response.

"Yeah, it was rather sudden. He gave the pilot about 10 minutes notice and he took one of his Valkyries with him." there is a pause as you can hear Gunnlod's fingers whisk across the keyboard of a computer.

"Anarane the Burgundian." she adds.

"Really? Now this is news indeed." I say as a smile crosses my lips.