As he headed back towards the house, he heard the piano again. This time he recognised the piece. Bartók. Harmonically dissonant and jarring on the ear, it was the kind of music he liked. And Silvia Steiner played it beautifully, as though she really understood it.
The music was drifting from a pair of open French windows. He walked towards them, paused to listen and peered inside.
She was sitting at her concert grand in a large white room. A little way from the piano stool a gilt harp, and nearby a cello case was lying on the floor. There was a sofa piled with cushions, that looked as though people actually sat on it. In one corner was a messy stack of music books and manuscripts, and tatty rugs were arranged ad hoc on the floor. Flowers and plants spilled out of vases everywhere. Ben sensed that this was Silvia Steiners personal haven, cosy and inviting, untainted by her husbands cold, rigid formality.
She noticed Ben standing there in the window, lifted her hands from the keys and smiled. Hello again.
Please dont stop, he said. I didnt mean to interrupt you. I was just listening to the Bartók.
Her smile broadened. She got up from the piano stool and walked round the side of the instrument towards him. In this house, most people keep their distance when Im playing Bartók. Especially Max. He says it makes him feel tense and uncomfortable.
Not me, he said. I find it relaxing.
She laughed, and considered him for a moment with the same curious look shed given him before. Youre an unusual man, she said.
Not so unusual, he replied.
Im sorry my husband spoke sharply to you earlier on. Catching Bens expression of surprise, she added, Heinrich told me. You know, Max has been under a lot of stress lately with all thats been happening. These awful terrorists. Pressure of the business. Family problems. She looked out of the window, across the golf course to where Otto had been a few minutes earlier, and Ben thought he could see a look of sadness pass over her face. Max isnt normally difficult to deal with, she went on. Hes really a wonderful man.
Ben found that hard to believe. I understand that Herr Steiner is under a lot of stress. Its perfectly normal, in these circumstances.
Thank you for being so understanding, she said. You seem like a very kind, decent person.
Ben didnt quite know how to respond to that. He glanced down at his feet.
I believe you live in France? she asked.
Normandy.
But youre English.
Not quite, he said. Half English, half Irish. Before I moved to France I had a place in Galway, by the sea.
How beautiful. You must miss it.
I do, sometimes. But life moves on.
It certainly does. She sighed. For an instant she seemed far away, then caught herself. Are you sure weve never met? she asked suddenly. Quite sure?
Pretty sure. Why?
She shook her head slowly, as if trying to place him. Her eyes seemed to search his. Its strange. Somehow I feel that I know you. You seem terribly familiar to me.
I have a good memory for faces, he said. If wed ever met, I would remember. He smiled. Now Id better leave you to your music. I have to get back to my work.
After hed finished his rounds of the estate and made all the mental notes he needed, Ben went back to the security teams quarters. He got there just as lunch was being served. Once hed checked that Neville had sorted out the Flash-Balls as instructed, he grabbed a ham salad baguette and a bottle of mineral water and went back to his room to eat alone once again.
As he ate, he could hear the laughter of the others over the blare of the TV. He shut the noise out of his thoughts, still angry with himself. When hed finished eating, he picked up his phone and dialled the number for Le Val. Jeff answered.
How are things going?
Not much to report, Jeff said. Brookes still here, getting ready for her lecture. She thought she might as well hang around.
I ought to be there, Ben said glumly. I should be taking care of things.
Its just a bunch of insurance brokers wanting to be taught about hostage psychology and ransom negotiation techniques, Jeff said. Nothing we cant cope with ourselves. You sit tight and well see you when we see you.
Any word on His Nibs?
Still in hospital. I reckon the bastards malingering there. Getting paid for doing fuck all. Private room at our expense, probably ordering champagne round the clock. I tell you, hes having a whale of a time with this.
It wasnt what Ben wanted to hear.
Just after one, the team filed back outside, carrying their clumsy weapons. There was no conversation between them as they made the ten-minute walk to the circular concrete helipad at the west side of the estate.