He gave her a quick look and seemed about to speak, but thought better of it and poured some more coffee.
‘Did your father stay in touch?’ he asked at last.
‘He contacted me after she died, said he thought we could repair the past. I told him to get out of my sight and never come back. And he did. I’ll never forgive him for what he did to my mother, and I’ll never let myself go under as she did.’
He nodded slowly. ‘And you have no other family?’
‘My mother has a couple of sisters, but they more or less deserted her when she hit the bad times. I suppose they couldn’t cope with her depression, and perhaps I ought to be understanding, but they weren’t there when she needed them.’
‘Maybe it would have made no difference,’ he mused. ‘Other people can’t always help, unless it’s exactly the right person. And you may never meet that person.’
‘You sound as though you had a lot of experience with the wrong ones.’
‘One or two. It wasn’t their fault. They tried to sympathise over her death, not knowing that the real grief lay elsewhere.’
‘How did you hear that Carlotta was dead?’
‘From the press. Somebody recognised her body and called me. I don’t recall exactly what I said, but I think I recited the line about her being away to visit clients. If I did, I was on automatic. Then there were more calls, as the press began to sniff something out.’
‘How ghastly!’ she said in genuine sympathy.
‘I think I went off my head for a while. I was in a rage-I can be really unpleasant.’ He gave a faint, self-mocking smile. ‘Though you might not believe that.’
‘I’ll try,’ she said lightly. ‘Did you actually hit anyone?’
‘There was one moment with an editor-but he gave as good as he got. Then I told him if he slandered my wife I’d have his paper closed down.’
‘Could you do that?’ Alysa asked, remembering what the young journalist had told her.
‘Who knows? I’d have had a good try. But he believed it, and that was all I needed. Are you shocked?’
‘No. I’ve done that too. Not the punch-up, but making the other side think you’re stronger than you are. It’s very useful. What about the rest of the press? Did you have to get tough with them?’
‘No need. The word got around, and after that nobody would challenge me.’ He regarded her satirically. ‘I dare say your reputation goes ahead of you as well?’
‘Well, I’m in line for a partnership.’ She too became self-mocking to say, ‘So there are some advantages to renouncing my femininity.’
‘Look, I shouldn’t have said that. Will you please forget it?’
‘Of course.’ But it had struck home, and Alysa knew she wasn’t going to forget any time soon.
‘What about you?’ Drago asked. ‘How did you hear?’
‘I got a call from Anthony Hoskins, James’s lawyer. He said he’d been contacted by a man who wouldn’t say who he was, but was asking about James.’
‘That was me. I found a letter from Hoskins in their apartment. I didn’t get anywhere talking to him, so I simply passed his name on to the undertakers.’
‘They called Hoskins too, and he called me again,’ Alysa remembered. ‘He said they wanted burial instructions. James had no family.’
‘What did you tell them to do about the burial?’
‘Nothing. I was in a dreadful state, so I said I didn’t know him and put the phone down. I never heard any more. I don’t know what happened to his body.’
‘I can tell you that. He’s near the Church of All Angels, the same place where Carlotta is buried. There’s going to be a ceremony there tomorrow.’
‘I didn’t know. I only discovered about today’s gathering by accident online. There was no mention of anything else. Do you go to the cemetery often?’
‘I take Tina to visit her mother, and sometimes I go to see her alone.’
‘You visit her, after what she did to you?’
‘I have to. Don’t ask me why, because I couldn’t tell you. I always look at his stone when I’m there. Then I can tell him how much I hate him. I enjoy that. I only wish I could picture him. When I went to identify Carlotta I made them show me him as well, because I wanted to see his face.’
‘What did you think of it?’ she asked, almost inaudibly.
‘Nothing. It was badly damaged, so I still don’t really know what Carlotta saw when she looked at him. But you can tell me. Would a woman think he was handsome?’
‘Yes,’ she said with a touch of defiance. Something about his tone was making her defensive. ‘He was very handsome. Do you want to see?’
He stared. ‘You’ve actually got his picture? You still take it everywhere?’
‘No, just here. After all, I came here to remember him. I wanted him to be with me. I suppose that sounds crazy?’
He shook his head. She felt in a compartment of her bag, and offered it to him.
To her surprise he hesitated before taking it, as though at the last minute he was unwilling to face the man his wife had loved. Then he took it quickly and studied it, his mouth twisted, so that his turbulent emotions were partly concealed.
‘Pretty boy,’ he said contemptuously.
‘I suppose he was,’ Alysa said. ‘I used to be proud to be seen with him, because all the other women envied me. They would try to get his attention and they never did because he always kept his eyes on me. That was part of his charm. He had beautiful manners-until the end, anyway. Maybe that’s why I didn’t see it coming.’
‘Tomorrow I’ll show you where he lies, a place where nobody is competing for him,’ Drago said with grim satisfaction. ‘But I dare say you don’t need a grave to tell him you hate him.’
‘I don’t hate him any more.’
‘You’re fortunate, then. I don’t believe you for a moment, but perhaps even the illusion is useful-until it collapses.’
Once she would have insisted that it would never collapse, but this evening had left her shaken, and suddenly she longed to bring it to an end. If anything brought about the collapse it would be Drago di Luca, with his unnerving combination of ruthlessness and vulnerability.
‘It’s late,’ she said. ‘I should be going.’
‘I’ll drive you. We have to be at the cemetery at noon tomorrow. My car will call for you at eleven.’
‘No, please. I won’t go to the cemetery. Today was enough.’
‘Think about it tonight. I’ll call you tomorrow.’
She made no answer and he showed her out into the hall, saying it would only take him a moment to bring the car around. She sat down to wait, so sunk in thought that at first she didn’t see the little figure coming down the stairs, and jumped when Tina spoke to her, asking anxiously, ‘Is Poppa all right?’
‘Yes, of course,’ Alysa said. ‘Why do you ask?’
‘He was unhappy all day.’
‘Well, your mother…’
‘I know. He’s always unhappy about her, but today he was nervous too.’ Tina lowered her voice to say, ‘I think he’s nervous of Nonna.’
‘Nonna?’
‘My grandmother. She hasn’t been very nice to him today.’
There was an almost motherly note in the child’s voice. Alysa realised that, while Drago was protecting her, this little creature was protecting him.
He returned at that moment.
‘What are you doing out of bed?’ he demanded, in a voice in which authority and tenderness were equally mixed.
‘I came to see how you were,’ the child explained.
‘I’m going to drive the
