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had them?’
    She looked blank.
    ‘Who else knows about this book project?’
    There was sudden realization in her eyes. ‘Oh shit’
    ‘What?’
    She turned to look at him. ‘About two million people know about it.’
    ‘What the hell are you on about?’
    ‘The TV interview. I was on a BBC music programme talking about next year’s European tour. I told them about my plan to carry on with the book. How Oliver had been sending me his research material, right up until the day he died, and that I’d always been too upset to look at any of it.’
    ‘And when was this programme on?’
    She made a face. ‘Two days before they tried to snatch me in London.’
    Ben felt something resting against his foot and remembered the fallen package. He leaned down and picked it up.
    ‘God. I recognize this,’ Leigh whispered, taking it from him. ‘It’s the package I told you about. The last one he ever sent me.’ She turned it over in her hands. ‘It was there waiting for me after the funeral. I had Pam put it in the box with the rest of the stuff.’
    ‘It’s got to be opened now,’ he told her.
    ‘I know.’
    Ben tore open the singed envelope. Inside the thin layer of bubble-wrap, undamaged by the heat of the fire, was a CD case. He took it out. ‘It’s music ,’ he said, showing her the cover. ‘Mozart’s opera The Magic Flute. Why did he send you this?’
    She sighed. ‘It’s mine. He’d borrowed it from me. He must have been returning it.’
    ‘So that’s all it was.’
    She slumped in her seat. ‘What’s happening, Ben?’
    He opened the CD case. The yellow and silver Deutsche Grammophon disc had come loose from its fastening. It dropped in his lap. Behind it was another disc. Printed on its surface was the legend
    CD-Recordable.
    Underneath it, in marker pen, was an urgent scrawl:
    L EIGH —Do NOT RUN THIS DISC UNDER ANY
    CIRCUMSTANCES .
    K EEP IT H IDDEN . I’ M COMING HOME .
    O LLY .
    ‘What the…’ Leigh reached out and pressed a button on the dashboard. The car’s CD player lit up. ‘Let’s play it.’
    ‘It’s not an audio disc,’ Ben said. ‘We’ll need a computer.’
    An hour later they were checked into a small nearby hotel as Mr and Mrs Connors. On the way there, Ben had made a quick shopping detour. He ripped the protective wrapping off the new laptop and laid it down on the hotel-room table. In a few minutes he had the machine set up and ready to play the disc. He took the CD-ROM out of the Magic Flute case and inserted it into the computer’s disk drive. The machine whirred into action, and after a few seconds a window opened on the flat screen.
    As he waited for the disc to load, Ben went to the minibar and found two miniatures of Bell’s Scotch. He cracked them open and poured them both into a single glass.
    Leigh sat at the desk and peered at the screen. ‘These all seem to be photo files taken in different parts of Europe,’ she said. ‘It’s like a photo diary of Olly’s research trip.’
    Ben frowned. ‘Why would he put a CD of travel snapshots into your Mozart box?’
    ‘I’ve no idea.’ She clicked, and the face of an old man appeared on the screen. He was in his late seventies. His face was grey and deeply scoured with wrinkles, but there was an inquisitive twinkle to the eyes. Behind him was a tall open-fronted bookcase, and Ben could make out titles of volumes bearing the names of famous composers-Chopin, Beethoven, Elgar.
    ‘Who’s that?’ Ben asked.
    ‘I don’t know him,’ she said. She clicked again. The old man disappeared and a new picture filled the screen. It was of a white stone building that looked to Ben like a small temple or some kind of monument. It had a domed top and a classical frontage. ‘This I recognize,’ she said. ‘Ravenna, Italy. That’s Dante’s tomb. I’ve been there.’
    ‘Why would Oliver go to Italy if his research was in Vienna?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘Did Mozart spend a lot of time in Italy?’
    She thought