One Summer in Italy…

CHAPTER FIVE

AT LAST Holly nodded and he led her to a chair, urging her down gently, then retreating to stand by the wall a short distance away. After a moment she began to speak.

It was hard to talk about her happiness, now that it was gone for good. She tried to function as a machine, but she was remembering the sweetest time of her life.

‘He took me out to dinner, we were together all the time. He seemed to want nothing except to be with me.’

She fell silent as memories assailed her.

When I’m with you, love of my life, I seem to come alive. You’re there in my dreams. I think of nobody else.

‘He said such things,’ she whispered. ‘They sounded wonderful-’

‘And yet words mean so little,’ came his voice from just behind her. ‘We all know that in our hearts but we won’t let ourselves believe it, because when we do-there is nothing.’

‘Well, maybe “nothing” isn’t so terrible,’ she said, almost angrily. ‘Maybe it’s best.’

‘That depends on what you had before, or what you think you had before.’

‘Yes, I suppose it does,’ she said heavily. ‘I know now that he chose me because I’m good at copying other people’s work. He showed me a photograph of a miniature that he said belonged to his family and asked me to imitate it. He said the original was kept in a bank, because it was so valuable.

‘Then he invited me to come to Italy with him, to meet his family in a little town near Rome, called Roccasecca. I’d never heard of it before but when I got there I loved it. It was just like every romantic picture I’d ever seen of a small Italian town. I should have realised it was too perfect to be true.

‘When we got there, the family seemed to disappear. There was always some reason why the meeting had to be postponed, although he took the picture to them and told me they loved it.

‘I suppose I began to be suspicious then, but I tried to ignore it. It had been a lovely dream and I couldn’t face the fact that it was over-no, it wasn’t over. It had never started. It had been false from the beginning. He’d played me for a sucker, and boy, was I ever a sucker!’

She gave a hard laugh, looking into the distance, remembering.

‘I was the love of his life, his angel,’ her lips twisted in irony aimed at herself, ‘his beloved. Imagine that! Oh, I believed it. I ached to believe it. All the tired old clichés, amore, mia bella per l’eternità. And all the time his brain was calculating like a cash register.’

Holly stopped again, but held out a hand to ward him off, lest he dared insult her with sympathy. But he didn’t, only watched her with wary eyes.

‘I must have seen it then,’ she said at last, ‘but I blinded myself to the truth a little longer. After all, there was nothing specific, just vague suspicions. Then he told me to go home, and he’d join me later.

‘My flight left from Rome, so I had to get the train from Roccasecca. Bruno dropped me off at the railway station but he didn’t stay, even though there was a two-hour wait for the train. I guess he was anxious to get away from me. While I waited I remembered something I thought I’d left behind in my room. I checked my luggage, and that was when I found it.’

‘The original of the miniature?’

‘How did you know?’

‘It was fairly obvious where this story was leading. As you say, he came looking for a talented artist with a gift for copying. He chose England because he isn’t known there, plus you would be useful in getting the real picture out of Italy.’

‘It sounds so obvious,’ she said with a sigh.

‘Obvious to me, perhaps, but there’s no need for you to be so hard on yourself. What did you do next?’

‘I didn’t know what to do, so of course I did the wrong thing. I called him and told him what I’d found. He tried to sweet-talk me, and the more he talked, the more scared I became. I hung up. Then I ran out of the station, got rid of the picture, and went back.’

‘That wasn’t wise. You should have gone in the other direction.’

‘I know, but I’d left my luggage at the station. And when I got there the train was due out in ten minutes. It seemed best to get on it. I didn’t think anyone’s suspicions could have been aroused by then,’ she explained.

‘Bruno Vanelli is known in that area. He has a criminal record, and when that miniature vanished he was the first one they thought of. He was never more than one step ahead but he could have been safe if you’d got the picture out of the country. Hence his rush.’

‘But if you know all this, why am I telling you?’

‘Because there’s a missing piece of the puzzle that only you know. Exactly where did you leave the picture?’

Holly rose hastily and began to pace the floor, torn two ways, but he stopped her, fixing her with a gaze from his dark, brilliant eyes.

It came over her, with frightening intensity, how much trust she was being asked to put in this man. He was an officer of the law. If she told him what he wanted to know, what would happen next? Were the police waiting for her with handcuffs?

She looked up, terrified, and after a moment he nodded.

‘You have to trust me,’ he said. ‘I know that your experience has left you mistrustful, but if you don’t trust me, what will you do?’

‘I don’t know,’ she whispered.

Something in her rebelled at this situation. Inch by inch she was being drawn under his control and she would fight that to her last breath.

‘I don’t know,’ she cried.

Matteo took hold of her. His hands were hard and warm, reassuring even as they commanded.

‘Trust me,’ he said softly. ‘You must trust me. You do, don’t you?’

‘I-’

‘Tell me that you trust me. Say it.’

‘Yes,’ she whispered. She hardly knew she was saying the words. Something stronger than herself had taken her over, and it was no use fighting. She felt hypnotised.

‘Tell me where you left that package.’

‘There was a little church near the station,’ she said, trying to speak through her confused thoughts. ‘It’s very tiny with a-’

‘I know it well. I have friends in Roccasecca. Liza and I were visiting them, which is how we came to be on the same train. Go on.’

‘The church was empty when I went in, so I put the picture behind the altar. There’s a curtain covering a wall with a hole at the bottom. I slipped it in there.’

‘Are you telling me the truth?’

‘Yes-yes-’

‘Have you left anything out? Think hard.’

‘No, I put it there, I swear I did.’

At last he released her. ‘If you’re lying-heaven help us both.’

‘I’m not lying. But someone might have found it by now.’

‘Let’s hope not. You’ve been luckier than you know. Roccasecca was the birthplace of a mediaeval saint. The picture is reputed to be him, and it belongs to the very church where you left it. If we can find it, we can argue that no theft was committed, since it was returned to its rightful owners.’

‘But what can you do?’

‘I won’t let anything happen to you. I need you too much. You are useful to me as nobody else can be. Because of that you can trust me to defend and protect you as nobody else would do.’ He gave a wry smile. ‘Selfish motives are always dependable. Remember that, and feel safe.’

She nodded. It was true.

‘So, if the picture’s still there, I’m going to arrange for it to be discovered, without involving you.’

‘But how?’

He shrugged. ‘An anonymous message, maybe. Now, I suggest that you go to bed and forget about everything that’s been said tonight.’

‘But suppose-’

‘Suppose nothing,’ he said firmly. ‘Forget tonight. Don’t allow yourself to brood. That is where madness lies. None of us know what the future holds.’

Next morning Matteo left the house saying he would be away for a couple of nights. He did not speak to Holly before he left, not even a goodbye, and she had no logical reason for believing that his departure was anything to do with her.

She knew at once that Liza was upset by his absence, and gave herself even more completely than usual to the task of keeping her thoughts occupied. Liza asked again and again where her father had gone. Holly and Berta both reassured her that his journey was necessary ‘for work’, and she would calm down for a while, only to ask a few moments later, ‘He is coming back, isn’t he? You promise?’

When she finally fell asleep that night Holly went to her own bed, exhausted and worried. She only slept a short while before being shaken awake by Berta.

‘You must come at once. She awoke with a nightmare and I can’t comfort her.’

In Liza’s room Holly wasted no time with words, but simply got into bed with the child and hugged her until she fell asleep. As she lay holding her in the darkness she was coming to a decision.

Next morning she said to Berta, ‘Your room’s right next to Liza’s, isn’t it?’

‘So that I am always close if she needs me.’

‘Will you change rooms with me?’

‘But, signora, you are in the best guest room at the judge’s orders. He will be angry with me.’

‘Leave him to me,’ Holly said simply.

By the time Matteo arrived home next evening the transfer was complete. As she had promised, Holly took care of the matter.

‘Liza’s happier now I’m on hand all the time,’ she said. ‘In fact I’ve had the bed moved into her room, so I’ll just use mine as a dressing room. I hope that’s all right with you.’

He nodded. ‘I bow to your wisdom. Do what you think right. But I wanted you to have somewhere better.’

‘It’s the best of all, from Liza’s point of view. Does anything else matter but that?’

‘Of course not. I leave such decisions to you.’

‘Berta will be glad to hear that,’ she told him cheerfully. ‘She was nervous about taking my old room, but I assured her that you wouldn’t object.’

‘Oh, you did, did you?’ he said ironically.

‘She won’t be there long. Alfio is pressing her to name the day.’

‘Then all problems will be solved,’ he said lightly.

‘Not quite all. Did you-have a successful trip?’

‘Entirely successful, thank you. You might say that I went on a hunting expedition.’

‘And your quarry?’

‘That was found where I’d hoped and is now safely back with its rightful owner.’

The relief was overwhelming, but she forced herself to be realistic.

‘What will happen now-to-?’

‘Your friend? For the moment nothing. He was granted bail in the hope that he would lead the police to the stolen goods, but he vanished. With luck he might never be heard of again.’

She nodded. ‘If he hears that it’s been recovered-’

‘He won’t. I pulled some strings with friends in the locality, and managed to get it kept quiet.’

‘But what about Sarah Conway?’ she asked cautiously.

‘Sarah who? She doesn’t exist, according to the police. Vanelli invented her to get the heat off himself. They’re not wasting valuable resources looking for a chimera.’

She closed her eyes, faint with relief.

‘Thank you,’ she murmured. ‘Thank you, thank you.’

Holly took a long, deep breath, suddenly aware of a weakness that threatened to consume her. He was telling her that the worst was over, and so it was. The realisation that the fear and dread had ended so abruptly was almost frightening.

And it had happened because he had willed it so. That was almost the scariest thing of all.

‘Holly?’ His voice sounded close, and when she opened her eyes he was standing right beside her, his eyes alarmed.

The force of conflicting feelings fighting for supremacy shook her to the core, making her sway. Instantly his hands were on her shoulders.

‘Are you all right?’

‘Yes,’ she said, a little breathlessly. ‘I’m fine-really-’

‘You’re not going to faint, are you?’ he asked, scandalised.

‘Of course not,’ she declared indignantly. ‘What do you think I am?’

‘Someone who’s entitled to faint if she wants to,’ he answered in a surprisingly gentle voice. ‘Someone who has been through enough to undermine the strongest woman, who was determined not to let her courage fail, and who had given everything in her to making sure that it didn’t.’

‘So what’s wrong with that?’

‘Nothing, but there’s a price to be paid in weakness and misery. Nobody can be strong forever. How many nights have you lain awake devoting your thoughts to Liza instead of your own troubles?’

‘Many,’ she murmured.

‘You were trying to forget the troubles, but now they have to be faced.’

‘But I thought they were over.’

‘Mostly they are. But they’ll haunt you and you can’t run from them. Don’t try. There’s no escape. They have to be struggled through in your head just as you struggled through them in reality.’

As sometimes before, she had the sensation that he was talking about himself as much as her.

‘How long will they live with me?’ she wondered.

‘All your life because now they are you. They’ve changed you into another person and you can’t go back.’

‘That’s true. And I don’t want to go back.’

He nodded. ‘You’re wise. The joy you once had-’

‘Thought I had-’

‘Is gone forever.’

‘But there’ll be other happiness,’ she said, almost pleading.

‘Perhaps, but never as you knew before. Live without it. Be strong without it, but never waste time grieving for it.’

Holly shivered. The strength he was offering was the strength that came from a desert land, because now it was all he knew.

‘I wonder if you understand me,’ he said softly.

‘Yes, I understand you. Goodnight, Signor Fallucci. Thank you for everything you’ve done.’

As summer advanced and the heat grew more like a furnace, Holly spent more time in the garden, especially in the evenings. One night, about a week after Matteo’s return, she slipped out and stood taking long breaths of the night air. There was only a soft moon tonight but she knew her way along the paths to the fountains, guided by their soft splashing, until she came to the memorial.

This was the monument to the love she’d witnessed in the photographs; love as it should be, still powerful after several years of marriage; love that was honest and faithful, that could be trusted until the last moment.

Love such as she had never known, and probably never would.

‘Bruno,’ she murmured, and on the word a thousand memories crowded in, all beautiful once, all tainted now with bitterness and betrayal.

How his eyes had shone and his smile had seemed for her alone. How skilfully he had inspired sensations she had thought never to feel. How easily she had taken the illusion for the reality!

Fool! Fool!

She leaned over slightly, looking into the water, seeing her own outline, her face in shadow, and the moon, high in the sky. But then she became aware of something else behind her, something that seemed to shimmer in the water. It might have been an illusion, but the hands on her shoulders were real enough.

She whirled, barely able to gasp his name.

‘Bruno!’

‘Hush!’ His hand was quickly across her mouth to silence her. ‘Hush, my love!’

She grew still, staring at him in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening. There was the handsome face that had so often made her heart beat faster. It was beating now, not with excitement but with anger.

‘You look surprised to see me, amore,’ he said persuasively. ‘Didn’t you know I’d come after you?’

‘I suppose I did if I’d thought of it. Maybe I just didn’t think about you very much.’

‘No, you forgot me in a moment,’ he said reproachfully. ‘How could you do that?’

‘I wanted to wipe you out of existence.’

‘But you can’t, can you?’ he said, drawing her into his arms. ‘You know that you and I are bound together.’

For a moment she tensed to throw him off. It was curiosity that stopped her. How would his kiss feel now that she knew the truth?

Immediately she knew that everything had changed. The touch that had once thrilled her with its promise now meant nothing. The hands whose caresses had been so exciting moved over her without charm or interest. Everything was dead. As dead as her heart.

But being dead was useful. If you couldn’t feel, you couldn’t be hurt, and what she needed to do was suddenly easy.

She allowed him to feel her relaxing in his arms and knew that she’d fooled him. He was so conceited that he thought this was going to be easy.

‘Holly,’ he murmured, ‘my Holly…’

Not his. Never again.

‘Bruno…’ she whispered.

‘I knew I’d find you waiting for me. Nothing can come between us-are you still mine?’

‘What do you think?’ she asked softly.

‘I think that now we’re together we must never be apart again.’

She pulled away from him. Now the decision was finally taken.

‘How did you find me?’ she asked.

‘I was on the train, with the police.’

‘And you told them about me.’

‘I had to. I had no choice. They beat me up.’

She faced him, almost laughing. ‘I don’t think so. Don’t insult my intelligence, Bruno. You did that in the past, but not now. You planted that picture on me, and then betrayed me.’

He sighed and abandoned his first strategy.

‘Only because you were stupid about everything,’ he said, exasperated. ‘None of this was my fault.’

Nothing would ever be his fault, she realised. All that mattered to him was himself, his own needs and feelings. Other people existed only to be useful. She felt a chill run through her as her heart slowed to a pace where she could think. Her thoughts were calm, purposeful, almost scary in their cool resolution.

‘How did you know to come to this house?’ she asked.

‘When the train drew in to Rome I saw you, just for a moment, and I recognised the man you were with. Fallucci tried a friend of mine last year, and I was in court when he passed sentence. Five years. He’s a hard man, without mercy. What a joke, you living in his house! Did it take you long to seduce him?’

She reacted too fast for thought, striking him across the face so hard that he nearly fell. He stepped back quickly, his hand to his face, staring at her, shocked.

Holly was aghast at herself. Never before in her life had she lost control. But his easy, cheap judgement had caused a furnace of rage and resentment to explode within her, making her lash out on blind instinct.

She backed off, breathing hard, afraid of this new self and what it was prepared to do.

‘I don’t think I deserved that,’ he said warily. ‘When I saw you walking out of that station I could have given you away to the police right then. But I didn’t.’

‘Of course you didn’t. You thought if you could escape from the police you could catch up with me later-’

‘So that I could throw myself at your feet-’

‘So that you could find out where the picture was-’

‘Why must you think the worst of me?’

‘Guess.’

He changed tack, putting his arms about her.

‘Let’s not quarrel. I’m sorry I made you angry. I shouldn’t have made that remark about seducing him. It’s just that you’re so beautiful you could seduce any man. I’ll bet he’s crazy about you already-’

‘I’m warning you-’

‘All right, I won’t say any more. I know you’re faithful to me.’

It was almost funny, the way this creature deluded himself. She wanted to laugh wildly.

‘You’ve been brilliant,’ he went on, oblivious, ‘and now we have everything waiting for us. Just get the picture, and we’ll be out of here.’

‘What?’ She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

‘It’ll bring us a fortune, but we have to get back to England.’ His arms tightened. ‘I know you’re mad at me, but you’ll forgive me.’

Had there ever been a man so conceited? After what he’d done to her, he still believed that he had only to sweet-talk her and she would fall for him again.

From behind her there came a faint noise, but Bruno heard nothing. Absorbed in his performance, he was oblivious to all else. Suddenly she knew what she was going to do. The hot rage that had swept her had died, replaced by a freezing feeling that was delicious.

Time to stop being a little brown mouse. Time to stop taking it and start dishing it out.

‘Of course I want to be with you,’ she said, giving him a slow smile.

‘Then get that picture, quickly.’

‘I can’t. It isn’t here. I hid it.’

‘Where?’

‘In Roccasecca. I had to dump it somewhere and there was a church next to the station. I hid it behind the altar, in a little hole. It’ll still be waiting when someone goes to find it.’

He tensed. ‘Describe it to me exactly.’

She did so, watching his face in the moonlight, fascinated to see the perspiration as his excitement increased.

‘I’ve got to get there fast,’ he said, trying to pull away.

She made a play of holding on to him.

‘Not yet. Stay with me a little. I’ve missed you so much.’

‘And I’ve missed you,’ he said hurriedly, ‘but there’s no time to lose.’

‘But you’ll come back for me?’ She managed to put a note of pleading in her voice.

‘Of course I will.’

‘Promise?’ she asked urgently.

‘I promise, I promise. Now let me go.’

Bruno wrenched himself from her arms and made off down one of the paths. Holly waited until he was out of sight before glancing over her shoulder at the man who was no more than a shadow concealed by the trees, and saying, ‘Did you hear all that?’