When she turned the corner on the cobbled street, she saw Marcus, Tilly and Steven all huddled in front of the small memorial in front of the bookshop. More snow had fallen since the flowers, candles and tokens had been laid and the memorial looked rather pathetic. Jane felt instantly gratified that she had done the right thing by arranging the wreath.

‘Hello,’ Jane announced her arrival.

‘You’re late.’ Marcus was not pleased about this. He checked his watch.

‘I apologise. The florist had a problem with their till.’

‘Let’s get on with it shall we?’ Marcus was not enjoying standing in the cold.

‘It’s lovely,’ Tilly said in a mousey voice and pointed to the wreath.

‘Thank you.’ Jane admired the floral display as if she herself had constructed it.

Steven puffed on a rolled-up cigarette and hugged himself for warmth.

Jane handed the wreath to Tilly for a moment before bending down to brush away some of the snow from the other gifts with a leather-gloved hand.

‘Should one of us say a few words?’ Marcus asked.

‘It’s not his funeral,’ Steven pointed out, perhaps hoping to avoid any unnecessary morbid interaction.

‘How odd,’ Jane said, still hunched down clearing snow away.

‘What is?’ Tilly took a step back.

‘Look.’ She pointed at a small cardboard box that was among the other items left by mourners.

The others gathered around her and peered down at the box. On the top of it in black letters were the words Now You See Me…

‘That is strange.’ Marcus curled his lip slightly and pulled his camelhair coat tighter around his waist.

‘What’s in it?’ Steven asked.

‘I don’t know. Do you think we should open it?’ It was in Jane’s nature to be inquisitive but there was something about the box that made her feel uneasy.

‘No.’ Tilly put even more distance between herself and the box. ‘We shouldn’t touch it. It’s not for us. Leave it alone.’

‘Don’t be so dramatic, darling.’ Marcus rolled his eyes. ‘It’s not a bomb!’

‘How do you know?’ Tilly protested.

Again, Marcus rolled his eyes but refused to answer the question.

‘I think open it.’ Steven stubbed his cigarette out on a wall and flicked the butt away.

‘It does look out of place.’ Jane picked up the box carefully.

‘Either open it or don’t, but please let’s get on with it. It’s awfully chilly.’ Marcus rubbed his hands together for effect.

Jane stood and turned to face the other three before carefully removing the top of the cardboard box. She peered inside, a puzzled look on her face.

‘What is it?’ Tilly was terrified of what the answer might be.

‘How strange.’ Jane looked up to see the questioning expressions on the three faces.

‘Well?’ Marcus had always been impatient.

‘It’s a pair of glasses.’ Carefully Jane removed them from the box.