Valerie Rafael invited me to the theater. Finally. It might have been my fault because I had been so busy, but he also had never offered an invitation. I swore he had never given me one. He had been so secretive about his most recent show, I almost wondered if he had relapsed into his old habits. Drugs had been the weakness of both Emilie and Rafael. I would like to think that his recent healthy complexion meant he had not been shooting or sniffing in anything. Janus had just hired some people to clean up and rebuild the forbidden wing. He had taken some files from that section’s old office. He had also had his men transfer the musical instruments from the old music room to the area most of us lived in. He told me about his discoveries. The way he spoke about them made me think he was

