My name’s not on there, Karen thinks. Which begs the question: has Kore has missed anyone else? Thirteen people, including me. And no one seems to have gone running to the media, so far. Apparently, studio musicians are more disciplined than police officers. For now, it would seem these thirteen people, Jounas Smeed, and Luna’s ex-husband are the only people who know she’s in the country.

And Marike, she reminds herself. Despite the promise she’d made to Leo about keeping it to herself, Karen had, antagonised by her meeting with Luna and after a very potent dry martini, finally admitted to her friend Marike why she was in such a foul mood. She had regretted it immediately. Not because she had broken her promise to Leo – that Marike would let anything slip was as likely as her developing an interest in crocheting lace – but because Marike had drawn the wrong conclusion:

‘You sound jealous.’

*

Now, Karen looks up from the list and studies Kore, whose eyes are glued to his phone. She watches him scroll, read, mutter, puff up his cheeks, and shake his head as he exhales.

Apparently, Luna’s disappearance isn’t the only thing on his mind, she muses.

Eventually, he feels her eyes on him and looks up.

‘Sorry,’ he says. ‘There’s a lot going on right now.’

‘Jenny the receptionist,’ Karen says. ‘Her name’s Englund, too?’

‘Brynn and Gordon’s first cousin once removed. She’s filling in while Billy works as Luna’s assistant.’

‘How many of these people are here today?’ she says.

‘All the musicians except Harald and Brian, I think. And Billy and Gordon are both here. Yes, and Jenny, of course, who let you in. And apparently Brynn is on his way, too. It was a boy, by the way.’

‘And how many of them know?’ Karen asks. ‘About Luna going missing, I mean.’

‘Only Brynn, Gordon, Leo, Billy, and I know she hasn’t been seen since the early hours of Sunday. The rest just know she didn’t turn up here yesterday as promised and that she’s not here today, either. There’s a lot of tension and mutterings about diva behaviour.’

‘Are you worried about someone being irked enough to call a journalist?’

‘Not really. It’s a stripped-down production with relatively few people involved, for now, and everyone has signed a non-disclosure agreement. They all need the work.’

Karen snorts derisively.

‘Yes, I know,’ Kore goes on, ‘anonymous tips and source protection and all that jazz. But I still don’t think so. If anyone had wanted to make a quick buck by blowing her cover, I’m sure they would have already. And besides, the musicians get paid by the hour, whether Luna’s here or not. This is KGB’s headache, not theirs.’

‘Is there nothing you can do besides twiddle your thumbs? I thought I heard noise from the studio when you opened the door.’