sniff one of Tertulla's shoes, then trace her movements. Gaius and Ajax arrived in a lather of paws and untidy black fur, then we had to lock Nux in my bedroom to stop Ajax attacking her (he already had a history of violence).
Famia. Maia's darling was the best of the bunch, though I have to report Famia was a slit-eyed, red-nosed drunk who would have regularly cheated on Maia if he could have found the energy. While she brought up their children, he whiled away his life as a chariot-horse vet. He worked for the Greens. I support the Blues. Our relationship could not and did not flourish.
Everyone milled around noisily to start with. Some of the brothers-in-law looked as if they had hoped we would give up the idea of a search and all sit down with an amphora. Helena disabused them crisply. Then we had the inevitable jokes about the skip baby, mostly suggesting he was some unfortunate relic of my bachelor past. I dealt with that one. There was one good side to my male relations. Since they were married to my sisters, they had all learned to be swiftly subdued by sarcasm.
As there was no one else at home to look after the children (except his old mother, who had gone to play dice tonight at a caupona by the Temple of Isis), Mico had brought his three youngest. These unpleasant mites had to be kept amused, given copious drinks, and protected from Gaius and Junia's dog.
`He loves children!' protested Gaius Baebius, as Ajax strained at the flimsy string on his collar and tried to reduce Mico's family to something he could bury under Gaius' home-built sun-yourself pilastered breakfast patio. Then Ajax was offered a shoe, so he could do his stuff as a tracker. He just worried the shoe, thinking it was a dead rat. Gaius Baebius blustered about, looking embarrassed and blaming everyone else.
Helena took charge, supported by young Marius. They gave each brother-in-law a sector to search, and ordered them to question shopkeepers and locals whether anyone had seen Tertulla earlier that day; then they organised my various nephews to act as runners if any information were found.
`You coming, Falco?'
`Marcus has been gated.' Helena made out that I had been seriously wounded that day. I know how to look pale in a crisis; I had been in the army for seven years. The mob dispersed without me. Gaius took his watchdog. Mico's children clung to their father and left with him. Silence descended. Helena started spooning porridge into the skip baby. It would be a long, messy process. I went into my bedroom for a quiet lie-down. I wanted to think about the interesting information that the physician who had told Nonnius Albius he was dying had lied to him, and that that physician just happened to have a brother working in the public sector – alongside Petronius.
As soon as I stretched out, easing my sore arm, Nux jumped straight on the end and settled as if she thought it was her role in life to sleep on her master's bed.
`Stop warming my feet. I'm not your master!'
Nux opened one eye, put out a long pink tongue, and wagged her tail enthusiastically.
XXXIX
THE BROTHERS-IN-LAW took their time. They had probably all met around the corner and gone into a wine shop to relax.
It gave me an opportunity to walk over to the new apartment and carry on with its clearance. My sore arm made work difficult but Helena had come to help. Even with a couple of guards loitering on the stairs, there was no way I intended leaving her alone. Not now the vicious Balbinus mob knew where we were.
Nux trotted happily after us. I shut her out, but we could hear her lying right outside the door, snuffling under it as she waited for me to re-emerge.
`She adores you!' Helena laughed.
`It won't do her any good.'
`The hardhearted hero! Still,' Helena was smiling, `you once took that defensive attitude with me.'
`Nonsense. I was the one slavering outside doors, begging you to let me in.'
`I was frightened of what might happen if I did.'
`So was I, lady!'
I was grinning at her. I had never quite lost that quick thump of the heart whenever I thought where our relationship might be taking us.
We had to open the door to carry out the last of the rubbish, so then the dog got in. I was forced to whistle her after me, rather than leave an untried animal alone with the skip babe. Between the two of them they had me in knots.
As we worked I discussed with Helena my theory about Nonnius being set up by Petronius.
`Was that illegal, Marcus?'
`Doubt it.'
`Entrapment?'
`Nonnius was the fool to believe his physician, that's all.'
`What if he had found out? Presumably when he failed to die of his 'fatal' disease, he would eventually have realised the diagnosis was at fault.'
`He couldn't complain. Had he lived, he would have been enjoying his share of the Balbinus estate as a direct result.' `He's a clever man, your friend Petronius.' `The quiet ones are the worst,' I said.
While we were still in our new lodging Petro himself turned up to inspect how much damage the Miller and Icarus had wreaked on me. He started out anxious, but once he had looked me over his broad face became happier. `So you're off our necks for a while, Falco? How will long will the convalescence be?'
`Forget it! Here, lug down this bale to the skip for me.' He complied obligingly while I enjoyed myself playing the man in charge. `What your investigation needs is brainwork; there's nothing wrong with my head.'
Trotting down to the skip he pulled a face as if he was questioning that, so when he passed me I thumped him with my good arm to prove I could still be active; then I laid into him with jibes about how he had put one over on Nonnius. He merely smiled in his annoying way.
`Has Silvia come home again yet?' Helena called down after us. `Oh yes.'
He seemed surprised she asked. I could imagine how he had talked himself out of trouble and won Silvia round. Petronius had had years of practice in softening up his angry wife.
Returning upstairs for more rubbish, Petro changed the subject. `Was Porcius any use in the scrap?'
`Perfectly adequate. A sound one, I'd say.'
`Bit raw.' Petro rarely complimented his men until he had thoroughly tested them. Though he wanted to hear good news about the lad, his voice carried a doubtful tone.
`He seems impressed by his senior officer's deviousness!'
Once again Petronius carried on as if he had no idea what I meant. He glanced around the apartment, which was now almost clear. `This place is better than your usual standard but it's filthy, Falco. Helena can't live here.'
`All it needs is a good scrub,' Helena demurred loyally.
I dug Petro in the ribs. `As a friend, you might offer the foot patrols to help bring the water up.'
Petro barked with scornful laughter. `If you want a favour from the bloody fire-fighters, you'll have to ask them yourself!'
He had found the stuff that I had salvaged from Smaractus' workmen, and dived in with a whoop. Immediately he started sorting out wood nails and pieces of good timber. When it came to carpentry, he was a worse scavenger than I was.
`Just take anything you want!' I snorted, grabbing back a pair of metal pincers.
`Thanks, Falco!'
`Petro, did Porcius tell you about Marcus' missing niece?' Helena broke in as we rummaged on the floor. `We are having to think she may have been abducted. Is it true this has happened other times?'
`We've had a spate. I thought there was something in it because they were all from wealthy families.' Petro grinned. `With due respect to the Didius clan, this must be unconnected!'
`Pa has cash,' I pointed out tersely.
