"Leon my love, I have only a few minutes before I must be back for my curtain call. The plans, are they in place?" "Yes, they are. All is now set in motion and there is no turning back. Go quickly, my love, and dance our Mazurka as you have never danced before." Leon released her hand and she was gone. It was time now. Leon was ready to open the red-heart-decorated shoebox. The next morning his body—cold to the touch—would be found. Valentine cards from every year of their married life were scattered across the bed.