—An FBI agent at Jesse’s apartment. There was a man who’d go round there. I don’t remember his name. Anna – Austin’s wife – used to tell my father about him. That was a woman full of love, rarely had a bad word to say about anyone, but she hated that agent more than anyone else alive.

Yolande rubbed her head, unable to recall the name. She took a sip of her coffee, pained by the refusal of the name to come to her. They sat in silence for some time. Leo waited, watching her.

Even though her first cigarette was still lit and resting in the ashtray, Yolande lit a new cigarette and sucked on it, blowing smoke in the air.

—I’m sorry. I don’t remember.

She was lying. Leo had seen the transition in her expression. She’d tried to conceal the moment by smoking as she was reminded of the price that her father had paid for becoming involved. With the memory of Agent 6’s name came the memory of the type of man he was. Elena’s description of Agent 6 returned to Leo:

He scares me.

Yolande was scared.

Leo turned to Nara.

— Explain to Yolande that I understand why she doesn’t want to be involved. Promise her that I would never reveal her name. Also say to her that I will find out what happened on that night, with or without her help.

Listening to the translation, Yolande leant forward, close to Leo.

— Jesse’s murder is a secret that’s been buried a long time. Not too many people want you to dig up the truth. Not even people round here. Times have changed. We’ve moved on.

She looked into Leo’s eyes.

— I see the same determination I used to see in my father. And my father would never have forgiven me if I didn’t help you.

She sighed.

— Agent 6 was almost certainly a man called Yates, Agent Jim Yates.

New Jersey

Next Day

Nara remained silent for most of the bus ride from New York, her attention fixed on the view out of the window. Realizing the depth of the implications, she’d grown ever more certain that the investigation posed a serious threat to their asylum and questioned the wisdom of attempting to expose a controversial case when their lives depended upon the grace of their American hosts. Their actions were wilfully provocative, unwise at a time when their existence was supposed to be secret. What did Leo expect to achieve after sixteen years? There would be no trial, no arrests, his wife’s name would not be cleared – the history books would not be rewritten. Though she had not articulated these thoughts, nor had she tried to talk Leo out of his decision, he clearly sensed her doubts. Perhaps, in turn, she did not oppose his plans because she sensed his own thoughts – a confrontation with Agent Yates was inevitable.