Medicus

He was handing over the cash when Chloe's voice cut across the hubbub. 'Don't let him pay for that!' Moments later she was kissing him on the cheek like a long-lost friend. 'Come and see the baby!' she urged. 'Where have you been?'

Steadying his wine as she dragged him by the arm, he followed her toward the kitchen and a fine smell of stewed lamb. 'I got your package,' he said. 'Thank you.'

Chloe laughed. 'I bet you were worried when you found out we'd gone.'

'Just a little.'

'I told you he'd pay you back.'

Ruso nodded, wondering who really did own the money he had finally sent to Lucius.

Daphne was standing at the kitchen table, cracking brown eggs into a bowl two at a time with a swift and economical technique that made him suddenly nostalgic for Tilla's frustrated struggles to manage his kitchen left- handed. Daphne looked up at his approach, smiled, and pointed toward the other end of the table where a drawer rested on the tabletop. Inside, a small fuzz of dark hair was visible under one end of a blanket.

Ruso said the things people were supposed to say about babies. Indeed, this one was a particular miracle, even though it looked just like all the others and its cloths smelled as though they needed changing.

He glanced from Chloe to Daphne. 'I came to see if you'd heard the news. Phryne is safely home.'

Daphne's thumbs-up sign trailed a long string of egg white.

'Do you know who brought the message?'

Chloe shook her head. 'Nobody's been here.' She took his arm again. 'Come and eat,' she urged, pausing to exchange a word with the cook and inspect the contents of a couple of steaming pans before leading him back into the bar and beckoning Mariamne over. 'Whatever the doctor wants,' she said as the girl gathered empty cups onto a tray. 'And the Falernian. He's our guest of honor. And tell Flora to smile, will you? People come here to enjoy themselves.'

Ruso glanced at the customers and the girls clustered around the lamp-lit tables and reflected that a couple of months ago, he would have been embarrassed to be made welcome in a place like this. Now he was happy about it. He had nowhere to go this evening and all he had eaten was two sausages scrounged from a patient who wasn't eating his food. He placed his cup on the table and settled into an empty seat as Mariamne placed another cup and a brimming wine jug beside him and went to fetch him a bowl of lamb stew.

Chloe sat down beside him, helped herself to his wine, and was pouring him a fresh cup from the jug when a large hand landed on the table and a swaying legionary leaned over her. 'That bitch over there,' he announced, waving at a table across by the bar, 'won't go upstairs with me.'

Chloe put the jug down and placed a hand over his. 'Marcus, I hope you were a gentleman and offered her something nice in exchange?'

'You're in charge. Tell her to do her job.'

Chloe shook her head. 'All our girls work for themselves, Marcus.'

She leaned closer to him. 'And they're specially selected and trained by me. You might find she's asking a little bit more than you'd pay somewhere else, but I promise, you won't be disappointed.'

The legionary stared at her for a moment. 'She's asking a bloody fortune! Forget her. What else have you got?' He looked her up and down. 'You working tonight?

Chloe smiled and pointed toward the door, where Stichus was glaring across at them. 'I'm a one-man woman these days, my love. Isidora!'

She beckoned over the girl who had turned at the mention of the name. 'Isidora, this is my very good friend Marcus. Marcus, this is the girl for you.' She reached for their hands and joined them.

When they had gone Chloe sank back in her chair with a sigh of exasperation. 'Silly bitch, I'll have to talk to her. If it's not one thing here, it's another.' She leaned her elbows on the scarred wood and opened her hands to indicate the sweep of the bar. 'Well? What do you think?'

'I take it you're the new Merula?'

'A girl can't keep working for ever, you know. I always wanted to get out before everything started to sag.'

Ruso, not sure if a compliment was expected at this point, mumbled something, took a long drink of the wine she had poured him, then drew back and asked, 'What's this?'

'Weren't expecting that, were you?' asked Chloe, clearly proud of it.

'It's Falernian. A present from a client. Don't ask, because I won't tell you. We're very discreet here.'

It wasn't, but he didn't have the heart to tell her. At least it was a better imitation than Merula had sold him. He said, 'You seem to be doing well.'

She nodded. 'We lost a few girls to start with, people who went back home, but most of us either haven't got homes or wouldn't be welcome if we went there. And there's been no trouble recruiting. Not now that word's got around I'm not running things the way that old cow did. The girls work here for their keep. If they take a customer upstairs, they pay me to use the room and they hold on to the rest themselves.'

'I see.'

'It should all work very nicely, if the girls just use a bit of common sense. They provide a good service, they get the cash. Before, everything got handed over to the management.'

'That's very enterprising.'

Chloe grinned. 'And I can tell the tax man we're letting out rooms. So it's all nice and legal.'

Ruso looked at her over the rim of the wine cup. ' Really?'

She leaned across him and adjusted the fold of his cloak over his shoulder. 'It is unless somebody tells, Doctor.'

'It's none of my business. But someone's going to figure it out before long.'

'From what I heard,' said Chloe, 'the bar wasn't mentioned in Priscus's will.'

Ruso nodded. 'I imagine he didn't trust his witnesses to keep it quiet. Being involved in running a, um-'

'Whorehouse,' put in Chloe.

'It wouldn't have done much for his reputation.'

'Exactly,' said Chloe. 'That's why he always let everybody think the business belonged to Merula. Even a lot of the staff didn't realize. So as far as anybody knows-anybody except you me and Stich, that is-the name's only been changed because murder's bad for trade, and she's left me in charge till she gets back.'

'Is she coming back?'

'I wouldn't hold your breath. She took all her jewelry with her and she won't want to be tried for what she did to Saufeia.'

Chloe reached out a manicured fingernail, lifted his chin, and pouted a kiss. 'Cheer up, Doctor. Lucco's safe, Daphne's got her baby, and everyone's glad those bastards aren't in charge here anymore.'

Ruso took another long drink and swilled the not-quite-precious wine dangerously close to the rim of the cup. 'Asellina is dead and her boyfriend doesn't know why. Saufeia's family will never know where she's buried. And I don't know what's happened to Tilla.'

'Asellina died in an accident, Doctor, still wearing the necklace poor old Decimus gave her as part of their tragic love affair. She loved him to the end. That's what I told him, and if you tell him anything else, we'll have him down here every night getting drunk and picking fights.'

'True.'

'Tilla and Phryne were from the same people, weren't they?'

'The Brigantes.'

'So if one's home safely, then the other must be as well. Look, here comes your supper. Now have a taste of that and tell me if it isn't the best lamb stew in town. And don't think about Saufeia. You can't tell her family anything that'll be of any comfort to them.'

Mariamne placed a steaming bowl on the table. 'Compliments of the house, sir.'

'When you've finished,' added Chloe, getting to her feet and leaning forward to stroke one fingertip along his cheek, 'choose yourself a girl and tell her Chloe sent you for the special.'

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