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‘I’m not anything to do with it,’ said Bella, trying to be patient. ‘I was as appalled as you to find that Steve was mixed up in it.’
‘Then why have they grabbed you as well?’ said Chrissie. ‘I suppose they think Rupert would be more likely to persuade Lazlo to fork out two million pounds for you than he would be for me.’ And she started to sob again.
‘Look, please listen,’ Bella said. ‘It’s all over between Rupert and me.’
Chrissie looked at her sullenly.
‘You may have broken it off because you got bored with him, but he’s still nuts about you.’
‘He’s not, I promise. He flew back from Zurich the night you were kidnapped. I’ve never seen anyone in such a state. Lazlo and I went round to Chichester Terrace the moment we heard the news. Lazlo started planning how to raise the cash. Constance was being her usual unspeakable self and Charles was too tight to be any use. But Rupert had gone completely to pieces. He absolutely tore a strip off Constance when she grumbled about raising so much money.’
‘I don’t believe you,’ said Chrissie dully.
‘Afterwards Rupert drove me home — only because Lazlo told him to,’ she added hastily. ‘He said he’d always taken you for granted because you’d always been there, a kind of kid sister ready to adore him. But now you were in danger, he realized it was you he loved all the time. He was absolutely demented with worry.’
‘You’re just saying it.’
‘I’m not, I promise.’
Chrissie started to cry. Then like a child with a bedtime story, she said, ‘Could you possibly tell me what you’ve just told me — all over again!’
Later Bella said, ‘How the hell are we going to get out of here?’
‘I don’t think we can,’ said Chrissie. ‘They’re all armed to the teeth. They scare the life out of me.’
‘There was a blond one who was kind to me when he cleaned up the wound on my head,’ said Bella.
‘That’s Diego,’ said Chrissie. ‘He’s all right, but there’s a spooky one called Pablo who hasn’t said a word the whole time. He’s got a finger missing on his right hand. And the really horrible one is Ricardo. He’s the one who’s bursting out of his shirts. Whenever he ties me up at night, he touches me far more than necessary. I’m sure he’s going to try something soon — they all seem so jumpy and frustrated. I say, do you really think Rupert loves me?’
Chapter Nineteen
Three days passed with unbearable slowness. They listened to every news bulletin, but there was no mention of the kidnapping. Even Bella began to feel everyone had abandoned them. One of her greatest worries was stopping Chrissie from cracking up under the strain. But, in fact, it gave her something to do, fussing over the younger girl, seeing she ate something, keeping her cheerful. They talked incessantly, Chrissie babbling on about her childhood in South America, and about Rupert, and inevitably about Lazlo, Bella trying desperately not to appear too interested whenever his name was mentioned.
Now that Chrissie had lost so much weight, and her face had thinned down, she reminded Bella of him so poignantly. They had the same cheekbones, the same impassivity, the same smile that would light up a blacked-out city when suddenly they were amused.
On the second morning, the gunmen took Bella into the living-room and made her record a ridiculous tape to be sent to Lazlo and the family, begging them to raise the money as soon as possible, and not to contact the police. She had to read it over and over again, until they were satisfied with the stress and the timing.
‘And at the end, say “I love you”,’ said Ricardo.
‘I won’t,’ said Bella.
Ricardo held the gun to her temple, ‘I would if I were you.’
‘I love you very much,’ whispered Bella.
‘That should get El Gatto to pull his finger out,’ said Ricardo.
Chrissie, who’d just been brought in to make her tape, overheard Bella’s last remark.
‘What the hell’s going on?’ she hissed to Bella as soon as they were locked up together again. ‘You’ve been pulling a fast one all the time. Why did you say you loved Rupert just now. You are still after him.’
Bella found herself blushing. ‘I’m not. The gunmen have got completely the wrong end of the stick. For some reason they’re convinced Lazlo and I are mad about each other.’
Chrissie’s mouth opened and shut, and then she started to laugh incredulously. ‘You and Lazlo! God, they must be thick. If they only knew how much you loathe each other.’
Bella didn’t wince. She was making great strides in self-control, but she found it very difficult not to react during the next day when Chrissie kept saying, ‘You and Lazlo,’ and going off into fits of laughter.
Chrissie, now she had Bella to protect her, slept a great deal. She had so many shocks in the last week to recover from. This left Bella plenty of time to observe her captors.
The smooth man in the light blue suit had left. He was probably, Bella decided, some henchman, fairly high up in the Rodriquez empire. Five others remained: Ricardo, the thug with the bulging muscles and the soft oily voice, Diego, the tall blond one with the gentle hands and voice, Carlos, stocky and dark with a beard, the very thin young boy, Pablo, with the missing finger, who never said anything, and, finally, Eduardo, the tall dark one with the air of authority, who seemed to be in charge of the operation. All of them, except Pablo, wore wedding rings.
There were always two of them on guard, one at the bottom of the stairs by the front door, one outside Bella and Chrissie’s door. At night, a guard stayed in their room with a gun ready across his knee.
Ricardo was the most unpleasant. For long periods he’d be quiet, then suddenly get explosive and violently argumentative. Nor did she like the way he stared hungrily at Chrissie.
Diego, on the other hand, was very kind to them. One day, when she was crying, he got out a handkerchief and wiped her eyes. And often, when she got aches and pains from sleeping on the floor, he would rub her back for her. What really frightened her was the pity she frequently detected in his voice. He knows we’re going to be killed, she thought in terror.
Physically she felt she was falling to pieces. Her red and white dress was filthy. So was she. She imagined her skin getting covered in blackheads, her eyebrows growing like bushes from not being plucked, her teeth rotting because she couldn’t clean them. The stench in the room was terrible. She dreamed obsessively of Lazlo’s ivy green bathroom and soaking in hot scented water.
On the fourth night the gunmen started quarrelling amongst themselves. They had been drinking and she could hear them shouting in the room next door. She wished she could understand what they were saying. Chrissie could understand Spanish, but she was asleep.
At midnight Ricardo took over the watch from Diego. He reeked of brandy fumes and stumbled over a loose floorboard. Bella pretended to be asleep.
The shouting died down in the next room and, soon, all was deathly quiet. Bella opened half an eye. In the half light, the gun gleamed across Ricardo’s knee. Chrissie turned over and moaned in her sleep, her black hair flopped over her face, the top button of her black dress was undone, showing the marble whiteness of her breasts.
Ricardo’s breathing became heavier, as suddenly he got up, stepped over Bella, and went towards the bed. Through half-shut eyes she saw him gazing down at Chrissie’s full, voluptuous body, then, very slowly, he put his hand out and began to stroke her face. Chrissie moved again in her sleep, edging towards him, like a dog cuddling up to its owner. Ricardo went on stroking her cheek, then his hand moved slowly down her neck and began to undo the buttons of her dress.
Bella was frozen with horror, unable to move. Suddenly Chrissie woke up and gave a little gasp of terror at
