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come back when I fell asleep again, but it did, and the flames were nearer this time and hotter.
    But this time I was woken by a voice.
    ‘Sean, Sean, wake up.’ Isabel’s tone was concerned. I was breathing fast. I sat up.
    ‘Was it the same as before?’ she asked. She hugged me.
    ‘Yeah.’ I didn’t have the heart to tell her about the flames. That part was new. The fear wasn’t.
    ‘Do you want to talk about it?’
    ‘No, I’ll be ok,’ I said.
    I lay down again. Isabel had spent a couple of nights asking me all about what had happened to Irene; how I felt about everything that had happened. It had been good to talk, but this felt different and after her speech about people being burnt to death before we came here, it didn’t seem right to tell her what had got into my dreams.
    It was light when I next woke. I’d slept a long time. Isabel was in the shower. The hum of cars, a distant car horn honking and the morning sounds of Jerusalem filled the air when I opened the balcony door. I was glad the night was over.
    The traffic was heavy on the road outside. A bell tolled far away. I stared at the old walls of the city. They looked like props from a movie about Crusaders and Saracens. A rolling blanket of clouds filled the sky.
    I looked up Max Kaiser on the internet. There were quite a few pieces about his body being found at the back of Lady Tunshuq’s Palace. The police had questioned some local hard-line Islamists. Others were being sought. It was clear who they thought had murdered him.
    I found an older article about some work Kaiser had done with a scientist attached to the Hebrew University. His name was Simon Marcus. Had Kaiser met him again while he was out here?
    I trawled the Hebrew University website looking for anyone I might know. I needed someone to introduce me to Simon Marcus, someone he would trust.
    After almost giving up, I finally found what I was looking for. A Dr Talli Miller in the Laser Research Unit. We had a tenuous connection, but it was better than nothing. She’d presented a paper at a conference I’d spoken at and we’d been at the same table for lunch. It was enough.
    I found a contact number and picked up the hotel phone to call her. The number at the university rang and rang. I looked at my watch. It was just past 9.00 a.m. Surely they were open?
    Finally a voice answered.
    ‘University’ was the only word I understood. It was a thin voice. She was speaking in Hebrew, the main language in Israel, the ancient language of Judaism. I knew only a few words of it. Easy words, like shalom: hello.
    ‘Dr Talli Miller,’ I said.
    Normally I’d have spent time learning a language if I was visiting somewhere. My German wasn’t bad following a project we’d worked on in the Black Forest, but a day and a half wasn’t long enough to learn any language, no matter how dedicated you were.
    The line sounded dead. Had she hung up?
    Then it fizzed.
    ‘Shalom,’ said a woman’s voice. Talli’s voice.
    ‘Hi, it’s Sean Ryan. I’m in Jerusalem.’
    There was a long silence.
    ‘Who?’
    It was nice to be recognised so quickly. ‘Sean Ryan, I was on the panel when you gave a speech about high temperature lasers at the University of London.’
    ‘Sean, Sean.’ She repeated my name slowly. ‘How are you?’ Suddenly she was friendly and her voice returned to normal. We reminisced for a few minutes. Then I asked her if she knew Dr Simon Marcus. She did, but not well.
    ‘That’s a pity,’ I said. ‘I need to speak to him urgently.’
    ‘I may be able to do something. I’ll call you in a few minutes. What hotel are you in?’
    I told her. My spirits lifted. I’d done it. My connections were going to get me to Simon Marcus.
    We ate breakfast in a long high-ceilinged dining room. There were groups of people in the room speaking French, Polish and Spanish, all pilgrims visiting their Holy City.
    The breakfast, a selection of cheeses, scrambled eggs, olives, jams and soft bread