Then they brought out the food and some white wine which Gemma had placed in the fridge earlier. The dining space was cool, airy and delightful. They ate ravenously, mouthfuls of succulent fish and crusty bread washed down with the tart, prickly wine.
'God, this place is gorgeous!' Gemma exclaimed. 'Hard to believe that it’s a prison.'
Zen nodded.
'It is, though. And we're prisoners.' She frowned.
'You mean we can't leave? That’s all right with me.'
'No, we don't have to stay here. We're prisoners on parole, free to come and go as we wish, up to a point. But prisoners just the same.'
'What are you talking about, Aurelio?'
It was the first time she had called him that Zen laid his plate aside and lit a cigarette.
'I can't count how many cases I've dealt with that would never have been solved if one of the parties involved hadn't decided, for one reason or another, to cooperate with the police. Well, it’s the same here. I've killed a man and you've helped me dispose of the body. There's a very good chance that we'll get away with it, I think, but only as long as we keep faith with one another. And I don't just mean now, in the heat of die moment, here in this paradise. I mean back there in the real world, and for ever. That’s what I meant when I said that we're prisoners. Not of the state, but of each other.'
Gemma smiled mysteriously. She seemed to be considering various possible answers.
'Well, you'll just have to make sure always to be very nice to me,' she said at length.
'And vice versa.'
'But you've got more to lose. You actually shot him after all. I was tied up at the time, remember? A helpless female in peril. Anyway, the key thing is that we'll obviously have to stay closely in touch, so that we can keep an eye on each other and check that the other person isn't getting any dangerous ideas. In fact it would probably be best if you were to move in with me, for the time being at least. Otherwise I might lie awake worrying about what you were up to. I hate sleepless nights. Unless there's something better to do, of course.'
They looked at each other for a very long time. Then Gemma yawned loudly and stood up.
'All that food and wine's made me sleepy. I'm going to lie down for a bit. Come and join me, if you want.'
She went into the saloon and through into the forward cabin, where she removed her clothes and lay down on the bed. Zen remained where he was for a moment, staring up at the sky. A skein of high cloud was drifting in from the west. The weather was changing, and not for the better. They'd need to leave soon. He tossed his cigarette into the clear blue water and followed Gemma inside
