Ted fixed his gaze on the door of the safe.
He sang. His voice slid smoothly along the octaves of the sequence of fourteen notes he knew so well. He sang confidently and very purely, and at the same time very freely. The incredible acoustics of the cellarium made his voice sound unreal, it became a strange and heavenly instrument.
When the last note resounded, the door of the safe gently opened.
* * *
The open safe contained some documents and a flash drive. A small memory stick which seemed ordinary.
The archbishop calmly approached the door of the safe and took the flash drive out. He hid it in his pocket, just like that, as if it contained photos from some trip or a video from a family party. As if there was nothing of value on it. Nothing which cost the lives of so many people and
