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giant wooden doors, a familiar figure stepped from the shadows.
    â€˜Nice shoes.’ Gualberto eyed off her latest purchase.
    â€˜Thanks.’ Yes, they were poo brown. Yes, they were ugly, but man, were they comfortable. No need to tell Carlos, though.
    The trio entered the building, weaving their way through the halls until they reached the large courtyard and sat at the same table as the previous night. The sweet aroma of gardenias floated across the warm evening as the music started, beckoning the dancers to take to the floor and twist and turn in ways that didn’t seem humanly possible. The bandoneón still made her clench her fists.
    Dani’s gaze travelled the room, seeking grey-haired patrons— ones old enough to have frequented dance halls in the early fifties. Every spare second she’d had, and she’d had plenty due to insomnia, Dani had read up on—using actual books—Louisa Gilchrist and Eduardo Canziani. What fascinated her most, however, was the involvement of Roberto Vega, Eduardo’s protégé. The history books weren’t entirely clear on the dynamics between the trio as there was no first-hand information, but Roberto’s relationships with his mentor, Eduardo, and lover, Louisa, seemed to raise more questions than give answers.
    Their story had latched on to her imagination like a pit bull and she couldn’t shake it off, even though she should be working on the tango articles. Tonight she planned to ask patrons from that era about life back then and if someone opened up about the Canziani murder then who was she to stop them? It did fall into the history of tango piece—kind of. Also, cracking a cold case would send her career skyrocketing. She could ditch her job at the mag as well as Adam and his ex-current-whatever wife and get on with a new career and new life.
    But Dani knew she wasn’t fooling anybody, especially herself. The death of Argentina’s greatest composer remained a scar on the patriotic pride of the Argentines, so if a foreigner uncovered evidence that had been misconstrued ...
    Don’t be ridiculous, McKenna, professional investigators have worked on this case for years — why would you be the one to put it to rest?
    She had enough going on with her Tourism Argentina pieces and her personal project. Not that she’d asked Carlos questions about Iris’s private life, because every time someone mentioned her name, Dani’s brain froze. Maybe she should leave well enough alone and just do her history of tango articles. That way, her life would be less complicated and she didn’t have to worry about betraying Carlos’s trust. Even if this trip might be her only shot at obtaining an insight into what her mother was really like. Then there was the potential story behind the motorbike accident but with Carlos’s tight lips, she had more chance of cracking the Canziani case. Crap. This was getting all too hard.
    Dani turned her attention to Carlos, who rubbed his knee. He caught her looking and removed his hand, leant forwards and grabbed a glass of water. He took a sip, and stared into the dark recesses of the courtyard.
    Gualberto stood and said, ‘Please excuse me, I spy a friend I have not seen in a long time.’ He dived into the crowd and disappeared.
    Gualberto’s vanishing left Dani squirming in Carlos’s solemn presence but she reminded herself he could have fun—he’d proven it this afternoon at the shoe shop. It was nice, but also sad, to glimpse the fun Carlos that may have existed prior to the accident. She’d liked what she’d seen, but looking at him now, with rigid posture and intense eyes, Carlos laughing again could be way off in the future.
    â€˜Your lesson begins now.’
    Fear flipped her stomach. ‘Okay.’
    Carlos cleared his throat. ‘The woman is the most important person of the couple. The woman should only move if the man creates a