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him in the last few years.’
    ‘He talked about you a lot.’
    Ben shook his head. ‘What the hell was he doing on that lake?’
    ‘Nobody really knows,’ she said. ‘The only witness to the accident was his lady companion for the evening.’
    ‘Who was she?’
    ‘Madeleine Laurent. Wife of some diplomat. It caused a bit of a scandal. There were people behind the scenes trying to keep the investigation under wraps. Some of the details were pretty hazy.’
    ‘Tell me what happened,’ he said.
    ‘All I know is that apparently they’d been at a party, some black-tie affair with a bunch of important people. I don’t know where it was or who else was there. If there were witnesses, maybe they didn’t want to get involved.’
    ‘Black ties and VIPs,’ Ben said. ‘It doesn’t sound like Oliver’s kind of party.’
    ‘He went along with her. She said he’d been chasing her around. The husband was away somewhere. And there was champagne. He drank a lot of it.’
    ‘That does sound like him,’ Ben admitted.
    ‘They were dancing and drinking. She’d had quite a bit too, but not as much as him. One thing started leading to another. He wanted to get her away somewhere private. She said he kept insisting he wanted to drive her to a hotel, get a room together.’
    ‘They couldn’t have sneaked into a bedroom?’
    ‘Apparently not.’
    ‘That doesn’t sound like him. Drinking and driving wasn’t his style.’
    ‘I didn’t think so either,’ Leigh said. ‘But he pranged the car on the way to the hotel. That’s true. I saw the damage.’
    ‘That old MG of his?’
    ‘He smashed it up pretty badly. The front was all dented in. Looked like he’d hit a wall or something.’
    ‘If he turned up drunk at the hotel with a damaged car, there must have been other witnesses,’ Ben said.
    She shook her head. ‘They never made it to the hotel. Apparently they couldn’t wait. They stopped off somewhere quiet on the way.’
    ‘At the lakeside?’
    She nodded. Her face tightened. ‘That’s when it happened. According to the woman, he thought it’d be a laugh to have a skate on the ice.’
    ‘That really doesn’t sound like him.’
    ‘I know,’ she said. ‘But it looks like that’s what happened. He got this crazy idea in his head and he went out on the ice. She thought it was funny at first. Then she got bored and went back to the car. She fell asleep on the seat.’
    ‘Drunk enough to pass out,’ he said. ‘But she remembered a lot of detail afterwards.’
    ‘I’m only telling you what she claimed happened. There’s no evidence that it didn’t happen the way she said it did.’
    ‘He went out on the ice before or after the sex?’
    ‘She said it never went that far.’
    ‘So he was too horny to wait to get to the hotel, but then he decides to go skating first?’
    ‘I know,’ she said. ‘I thought about that too. It doesn’t make a lot of sense. But I guess if he’d been drinking—’
    He sighed. ‘OK. Tell me the rest.’
    ‘She woke up shivering with the cold. She reckoned she’d been out of it for about half an hour.’ Leigh paused, sighed, closed her eyes, sipped a little more wine. ‘And that was it. She was alone. He hadn’t come back from the ice. There was no sign of him. Just a hole where he’d gone through.’
    Ben flipped the burning log in the fire. He said nothing, turning it over in his mind. Dammit, Oliver, you were trained not to do things like that. Bloody fool , dying so stupidly. ‘What was he doing in Austria?’ he asked.
    ‘He was there researching his book.’
    Ben laid down the poker and turned to look at her. ‘A book? What was it, a novel?’
    ‘No, it was about Mozart.’
    ‘A biography or something?’
    ‘It wasn’t the story of Mozart’s life,’ she said. ‘That’s been written about a million times. This was the story of Mozart’s death.’
    ‘Strange subject. Not that I’d know anything much about it.’
    ‘Olly was devoted to it. He was