The magical mood from the concert still lingered with me, but on top of it, I felt a growing sensation of dread. I wasn’t afraid exactly, but I did think we were in the middle of something far less simple than it had seemed just a few hours before.
I had wanted to ask Inga and Gunnar if they knew Ms. Weber, but I hadn’t wanted to stall in the middle of the sidewalk while we talked. I figured I’d reach out to them in the morning to ask. Besides, despite the fact that I really liked them, someone had leaked the information about the book, and it could have been them.
As if she were reading my thoughts, which maybe she was, Beattie said, “So, do we think our government compadres spilled the beans?”
I shook my head. “I have no idea, but I don’t think so. That does beg the question of who di
