think past this huge obstacle in her brain.
Dolly was dead
. Truth was, she’d been so devastated by what Tony had told her on the phone that she
hadn’t thought to mention transport to him, and he hadn’t offered. Which, now she thought about it, was odd. Usually, Tone was on the ball with such things. But then, he’d had a
shock too.
‘You got a spare bed, Ellie?’ she asked. She felt weary, right through to the bone.
There was a flicker of hesitation before Ellie recovered herself and said, ‘Course. There’s always a place for you here.’
Of course there was. Annie was the boss’s wife, after all. Right now, she was wondering how much longer that was going to be the case. It made her feel sad, hurt, angry. She and Max had
been through so much, and she didn’t want it to end this way, with him having a hole-in-the-corner affair and her having to cope all alone again.
She
loved
him. Worshipped the bones of him.
She drank the tea and let out a heartfelt sigh. ‘I need a kip. After that, maybe this is going to make some kind of sense.’
But I doubt it
,
she thought
.
‘Come on, I’ll show you to your room,’ said Ellie, standing up. She paused there, clutching at the kitchen chair. Her tear-reddened hazel eyes met Annie’s.
‘They’ll find out who did it, though, won’t they? The Bill, I mean,’ said Ellie. ‘They’ve
got
to.’
Annie nodded. ‘They will,’ she said.
Or I will
, she added to herself.
17
‘I do remember you,’ said Gina Barolli, her face screwed up, her hand still clutched to her scrawny chest.
Max moved a little closer – not
too
close – and he kept the gun trained on her.
Gina’s mouth trembled. The pain was bad, and growing. Then she said: ‘You’re the security man. In London. You called yourself Mark something then. You were guarding
her.
’
Max stared at her, wondering at her thought processes. So she remembered that time after Constantine’s death, when Annie had moved back to London to escape the poisonous influence of his
eldest son Lucco. But it seemed she didn’t remember what had happened later, in New York, when Max’s true identity had been revealed and Alberto, Constantine’s youngest son, had
taken over the reins as the godfather.
‘Where is Fidelia? And where is Antonio?’ Gina demanded.
‘Fidelia’s tied up right now,’ said Max. ‘And I told you. Antonio’s in the hospital. He had an accident. You’ve been phoning one of my clubs in London, the
Blue Parrot, talking about your brother.’
Had she? Gina couldn’t remember doing that, and if she had she ought to be
ashamed
, because that was a stupid thing to do, and dangerous.
Omerta
demanded her silence. She
knew that. She had lived by that code all her life.
‘I didn’t phone anyone,’ she said, her lips trembling as the pain clamped her chest tight again.
‘Yeah, you did.’ Max glanced back at the two men standing silent, watching, from the doorway. ‘Wait outside. Close the door,’ he said, then returned his attention to Gina
as they obeyed. ‘You spoke to Gary Tooley and you said something very interesting. You said that my wife ain’t my wife at all. You said that she’s still married to your brother,
Constantine.’
‘That’s right.’ Gina’s chin set suddenly in a stubborn line. ‘That’s the truth.’
‘That
ain’t
the truth,’ said Max. ‘Because Constantine is dead. He died in an explosion years ago, in Montauk.’
Gina raised a trembling hand to her brow, closed her eyes. Then she opened them and stared malevolently at Max. ‘How dare you come here. Constantine will see to you, my friend. You can be
very sure of that.’
‘That would be a hell of a trick. The bastard’s dead in a box in a New York cemetery.’
Suddenly Gina was clutching harder at her chest. ‘Can you fetch Fidelia . . . ?’ she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
Max moved in a little. ‘What is it?’
‘Get Fidelia. I feel . . .’
The only sound
Dolly was dead
. Truth was, she’d been so devastated by what Tony had told her on the phone that she
hadn’t thought to mention transport to him, and he hadn’t offered. Which, now she thought about it, was odd. Usually, Tone was on the ball with such things. But then, he’d had a
shock too.
‘You got a spare bed, Ellie?’ she asked. She felt weary, right through to the bone.
There was a flicker of hesitation before Ellie recovered herself and said, ‘Course. There’s always a place for you here.’
Of course there was. Annie was the boss’s wife, after all. Right now, she was wondering how much longer that was going to be the case. It made her feel sad, hurt, angry. She and Max had
been through so much, and she didn’t want it to end this way, with him having a hole-in-the-corner affair and her having to cope all alone again.
She
loved
him. Worshipped the bones of him.
She drank the tea and let out a heartfelt sigh. ‘I need a kip. After that, maybe this is going to make some kind of sense.’
But I doubt it
,
she thought
.
‘Come on, I’ll show you to your room,’ said Ellie, standing up. She paused there, clutching at the kitchen chair. Her tear-reddened hazel eyes met Annie’s.
‘They’ll find out who did it, though, won’t they? The Bill, I mean,’ said Ellie. ‘They’ve
got
to.’
Annie nodded. ‘They will,’ she said.
Or I will
, she added to herself.
17
‘I do remember you,’ said Gina Barolli, her face screwed up, her hand still clutched to her scrawny chest.
Max moved a little closer – not
too
close – and he kept the gun trained on her.
Gina’s mouth trembled. The pain was bad, and growing. Then she said: ‘You’re the security man. In London. You called yourself Mark something then. You were guarding
her.
’
Max stared at her, wondering at her thought processes. So she remembered that time after Constantine’s death, when Annie had moved back to London to escape the poisonous influence of his
eldest son Lucco. But it seemed she didn’t remember what had happened later, in New York, when Max’s true identity had been revealed and Alberto, Constantine’s youngest son, had
taken over the reins as the godfather.
‘Where is Fidelia? And where is Antonio?’ Gina demanded.
‘Fidelia’s tied up right now,’ said Max. ‘And I told you. Antonio’s in the hospital. He had an accident. You’ve been phoning one of my clubs in London, the
Blue Parrot, talking about your brother.’
Had she? Gina couldn’t remember doing that, and if she had she ought to be
ashamed
, because that was a stupid thing to do, and dangerous.
Omerta
demanded her silence. She
knew that. She had lived by that code all her life.
‘I didn’t phone anyone,’ she said, her lips trembling as the pain clamped her chest tight again.
‘Yeah, you did.’ Max glanced back at the two men standing silent, watching, from the doorway. ‘Wait outside. Close the door,’ he said, then returned his attention to Gina
as they obeyed. ‘You spoke to Gary Tooley and you said something very interesting. You said that my wife ain’t my wife at all. You said that she’s still married to your brother,
Constantine.’
‘That’s right.’ Gina’s chin set suddenly in a stubborn line. ‘That’s the truth.’
‘That
ain’t
the truth,’ said Max. ‘Because Constantine is dead. He died in an explosion years ago, in Montauk.’
Gina raised a trembling hand to her brow, closed her eyes. Then she opened them and stared malevolently at Max. ‘How dare you come here. Constantine will see to you, my friend. You can be
very sure of that.’
‘That would be a hell of a trick. The bastard’s dead in a box in a New York cemetery.’
Suddenly Gina was clutching harder at her chest. ‘Can you fetch Fidelia . . . ?’ she said, her voice little more than a whisper.
Max moved in a little. ‘What is it?’
‘Get Fidelia. I feel . . .’
The only sound
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