If, that is, the bait was taken.
Day quietly stood up to stretch. The study door was open just a crack, and now he opened it a little further so that he could hear the smallest noise from within the house. He listened for a while but there was nothing. Then he heard something, a slight scratching sound. His stomach dropped violently as adrenalin surged through him. He stepped quietly back to the desk, lifted his mobile, flicked to the message he had already prepared, and sent it to Peppino and Andreas. He knew now what the sound had been: a key being introduced to a lock in the darkness, the scratching sound as it found the place and entered a keyhole that was nearly invisible, and the rasp as it was quietly turned.
Day prepared himself. The noise had not come from the main door but from
