“I’m not going to let him die. I can’t,” I said, an end to it.
“Then somebody else will,” she said. “It’s started now. Somebody will.”
I didn’t answer, hot again, trapped back where we’d started. Somebody would. A cat slunk by, mewling, the only sound.
We turned into the last calle, with the house door at the end. She slowed as we got near, dragging her feet. I turned the latchkey, the one that worked, not the ornate one near the knob. Angelina had left on two table lamps near the stairs, but otherwise the hall was in shadow, all the sconces dark. A bottle of champagne was chilling in a silver bucket on the side table, Angelina’s idea for our wedding night. But Claudia was looking down the hall, her arms crossed over her chest, rocking a little.
“Let’s not stay here,” she said, still in the doorway. “Not tonight. Let’s go somewhere else.”
I turned to her. “We have to stay here,” I said, touching her shoulder. “How would it look?”
She slumped for a minute, then straightened. “That’s right, I for got. We stay here and wait. Until he turns the wrong way. Except that it’s the right way.”
“Ssh. Angelina’s upstairs.”
“And we’ll be here. Waiting. We can show him where.” She pointed toward the water gate. “We can look at it every day, while we’re waiting.”
“It’s okay,” I said, stroking her shoulder. “It’s not for long. You’ll get used to it.”
Her shoulder moved under my hand, almost a spasm, as if she had started to laugh but caught it before she could be heard. I pressed down, feeling the shaking, not laughter, but she stepped away from me, walked over to the ice bucket, and picked at the foil over the cork. “She left champagne. We should open it. She’ll be offended.” Her fingers stopped, resting on the foil. “I thought you were something new in my life. A new life. Now look where we are.” She turned, looking at me. “A new prison.”
I stood still, suddenly afraid that she had seen what I couldn’t, our piece of the crystal.
“It’s not like that,” I said.
She looked at me for another minute, as if she had something else to say, then gave it up and turned back to the bucket.
“Close the door,” she said.
I reached behind me to push, and because I didn’t hold it, the heavy weight of the wood swung away from me, slamming shut with a clang that sounded like metal, loud enough to echo down the hall.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
They’re going to kill him,” Rosa said. “That’s what it means.”
“What, shot trying to escape? Come on, Rosa.”
We were walking on the waterfront of the Giudecca, heading toward Redentore, somewhere public but out of the way, Rosa’s request. She had called from a cafe to arrange the meeting, convinced now that her Bauer phone was tapped.
“You’re imagining things.”
“I don’t have time to argue with you. The minute I heard, I knew what it meant. There’s no reason to move him. You think there’s something wrong with the jail in Venice?”
“Cavallini said he was becoming a symbol.”
“Of what? Their incompetence? They have no case, they know that. So they have to win some other way. It’s what the Germans used to do. Something happens on the way. Or there’s someone in the new place, a grudge they didn’t know about. Fut.” She waved her fingers.
“You’re serious.”
“They’re going to kill him,” she said, stopping and turning to me, her voice steady, certain.
I said nothing, waiting.
“They’re moving him tomorrow night,” she said, starting to walk again.
“You know this?”
“A bird told me. To Vicenza, by train. So it’s difficult. The station’s a trap, and once he’s on the train-A car would be easier. There are possibilities between Piazzale Roma and Vicenza. Even Piazzale Roma would be better- there are several ways out-but no, it’s the train.”
“Possibilities for what? What are you planning to do, kidnap him?”
“I’m not going to let them kill him. So it’s necessary, an action,” she said, slightly excited, back in the game.
“Are you serious? They really will kill him then. Trying to escape. You’ll be setting him up.”
“Listen to me. They are going to kill him. You have to understand that. So this is his only chance now. Do you think we’re amateurs? We did this many, many times.”
“During the war.”
“His father was killed. It’s enough for one family. I want the son to live.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you’re going to help.”
“Me?”
“Yes. You owe him this much. Both of us. This never would have started if we hadn’t-well, that’s done.” She raised her eyes. “But there is an obligation here.”
“Rosa, I was in the army, not the commandos. A paper pusher.”
“So sometimes you leave the desk. It’s not enough, files. We can’t save him with files.”
“Rosa, the war’s over. Over.”
“Not for him.”
“Christ.” I turned away, exasperated.
“I’m not asking you to take any risk,” she said, her voice softer now. “Just leave a door open.”
“A door open.”
“Yours. On the canal.”
“Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Nothing. You won’t be there. There is no risk to you.”
“A little commando raid, but no risk.”
“For your piece, no. But I need someone I can trust. You’re not one of us, in the group. You don’t even know who we are. So you can’t betray us. I have to be careful of that.”
“I know you.”
“And you’d betray me?” She shook her head. “Then you betray Moretti. No.” She looked at me again. “I know you a little. There is an obligation here. We have to save him.” I looked away. His only chance. Just leave a door open. “I can do this without you, but no one suspects you. No one thinks to suspect you. An American. So it’s perfect.”
“Perfect,” I said. “All worked out.”
But she didn’t hear any irony in my voice. “It’s important to plan,” she said.
“And after I open the door?”
She said nothing.
“I stick my neck out, but no questions,” I said.
“You’re not sticking it out very far. It’s for your protection.”
“I’d like to know what I’m getting into, at least. Since I seem to be in it.”
She looked at me. “Then it’s agreed?”
“Not yet.”
She nodded. “Come, see the church.” She took my arm, starting up the broad Palladian steps. “But no names. I can tell you what will happen, your part. But it’s better if you don’t know the rest.”
“All right. So they put him on a train,” I said, beginning.
“Yes. Think how difficult. The police boat to the station is impossible. Look at the route. Canale di Cannaregio, always crowded. The station? A cul-de-sac, you can’t get out. So the first likely place, they think, is
