big stubby fingers would fit.
It was weird to imagine that people used to use this kind of thing all the time. She amused herself dialling 1- 2-3-4-5 and watching the dial whirr back a little further each time until it reached the stop.
Then she had a thought. She suddenly wanted to talk to Helga, to tell her about her new friend Leigh, the famous singer who was on CDs and television. She looked around. She could hear singing coming from the chapel. Just a little call, nobody would mind.
She picked up the heavy receiver, remembered the code for Austria and dialled the number. Her face lit up at the sound of her friend’s voice. ‘Helga, it’s me,’ she said.
Leigh sipped a coffee and watched the crackling fire. It was so quiet here. Ben had been gone less than eighteen hours. They’d hardly spoken when he left, and the memory kept playing back in her head. There was a lot she wanted to say to him. She knew she was lying to herself when she tried to tell herself she didn’t still love him. Over the last few days she’d begun to wonder whether she’d ever really stopped. But she’d been selfish with him, and that was the biggest regret she had. She’d initiated the kiss, and then she’d pushed him away. It wasn’t fair to play with his emotions.
She heard the cottage door open, and Clara appeared in the doorway. ‘Hi, can I come in?’ She came and sat on a chair, kicking her feet.
‘What have you been doing today, Clara?’
‘Oh, stuff. Mother Hildegard gave me some maths to do.’ Clara decided not to mention her fifteen-minute call to Helga. ‘Then I helped Sister Agnes feed the piglets and collect the eggs. I want one.’
‘You want an egg?’
‘No, a piglet. But I don’t think piglets are allowed in Vienna.’
‘They don’t stay so small and cute for long, you know. You’d soon have a great big smelly pig living in your house.’
Clara grinned. ‘I already have one,’ she said. ‘My daddy.’
‘That’s a terrible thing to say, Clara.’ But Leigh couldn’t help but laugh.
‘Leigh?’
‘Hmm?’
‘Can I have a look at your gold locket?’
‘Yes, of course you can.’ Leigh reached behind her neck and undid the slim chain. The shiny oyster-shaped locket dangled from her fingers as she handed it to the child.
‘It’s beautiful.’ Clara turned it over in her hand, admiring the delicate engraving of Leigh’s initials. She found a little catch on the side and pressed it, and the halves of the oyster sprang open with a click. Set into the two halves, facing each other, were tiny miniature photographic portraits of three people. ‘Who are they?’ she asked.
Leigh leaned across and pointed. ‘These two people here together on this side are my parents,’ she said.
‘Your mummy’s pretty,’ Clara said. She studied the other picture. ‘The man on the other side looks like you.’
She nodded. ‘My brother, Oliver.’
‘Where do they live?’
‘In heaven,’ Leigh replied, after a pause.
Clara understood. ‘All of them?’
‘Yes, all of them. I’m the last one left of the whole family.’
‘My mummy’s up in heaven too. Do you think maybe she knows your brother and your mummy and daddy?’
Leigh smiled sadly at a child’s notion of death. ‘I’m sure they probably do all know each other very well.’
‘What do you think people do in heaven?’
‘They play, and have fun, I suppose.’
‘That’s not so bad. I like playing.’
‘You want to play now?’
Clara nodded enthusiastically. ‘Let’s go out and play the find game Ben taught me and Max.’
Leigh was glad of the excuse to quit moping and get out of the cottage. She slipped on a pair of boots and a quilted jacket, and they walked out into the snow. The sky was the clearest blue, and the sun was sparkling off the mountains. They walked through the farmyard, towards the main convent buildings. Max loved the snow and was cavorting about in it, sending up a fine spray. From the little stone chapel Leigh could hear the nuns doing their choir practice. She knew the piece they were singing, one of Palestrina’s choral chants.
‘You hide first,’ Clara said. ‘Let’s see if Maxy remembers the game.’
Leigh ran around the corner of a woodshed and squatted down behind an ornamental shrub. She heard Clara finish counting to ten and saying, ‘Max, go find Leigh! Find Leigh!’ Max instantly responded and came bounding over to her. He licked her face and she patted his big head.
Over the sweet, harmonious sound of the nuns’ singing came the steady thud of helicopter blades. Leigh looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun. There were two of them, high over the convent. They seemed to be moving slowly, hovering. ‘Someone must have got into trouble in the mountains,’ she said. But as the choppers grew nearer, the thump of their rotors filling the air, she could see they didn’t look like mountain rescue aircraft. They were black, unmarked. What did they want?
Clara followed her gaze for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders. ‘Anyway, now it’s my turn to hide. You hold Maxy by his collar and count to twenty.’
The child ran off. Leigh was still watching the two black helicopters as she counted.
They were coming awfully close.
Leigh shivered. She didn’t like it.
Clara didn’t hear, and kept running. The dog was pulling hard against Leigh’s grip, yearning to be set free. The helicopters were now only a hundred feet off the ground and the sound was deafening. They vanished from view behind the convent roofs. They were landing.
Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Leigh let go of Max’s collar, and the big dog streaked across the snow towards where Clara had just disappeared round the side of one of the buildings.
Clara ran on, counting as she went. Any minute now, Maxy was going to come galloping after her. She glanced over her shoulder to see if he was there.
And gasped as she collided with something hard. She fell backwards into the snow.
A tall man she’d never seen before was looking down at her. His eyes were cold, and he wasn’t smiling.
Black clouds scudded across the sky, and the wind was icy. Ben bought a copy
‘Might want this back.’ Ben tossed the police ID onto Kinski’s lap.
‘You bastard. I’ve been looking for that everywhere.’
‘Did you get the stuff?’ Ben asked.
Kinski nodded. ‘Back seat. Little blue bag.’
Ben turned round to grab it. He saw the black Audi Quattro through the rear window, three cars back. ‘Someone’s tailing us,’ he said.
