Buda quickly phoned Berti back and gave him a synopsis of the conversation. “As strange as it may seem, this Pia Grazdani may be Burim’s long-lost daughter.” Berti was as surprised as anyone. “We’re getting together in person,” Buda added.
“Good,” Berti replied. “I appreciate the care you are taking with this. I wouldn’t want anything to come between our organizations.”
“Nor would I,” Buda responded, and meant it.
Buda then made one more call before heading off to the restaurant rendezvous with Burim. He called Prek. It was now more important than ever that Pia be treated with kid gloves. Her fate was going to have to be in Burim’s hands.
59.
GREEN POND, NEW JERSEY MARCH 25, 2011, 9:24 P.M.
Prek’s phone rang again. Again it was Buda, just as he expected. He took the news saying little until Buda had finished. He then reassured Buda that everything was fine at the cottage, and before he rang off, he asked Buda to bring them some takeout if it was convenient. Buda agreed, saying he’d bring it from the Swiss House.
“What is it?” Genti said after Prek had disconnected.
“The Buda is on his way with Fatos to a restaurant not far from here to meet with two of Berti Ristani’s guys who are brothers. It appears likely that the girl is related to them-the daughter of one and niece of the other. If it turns out to be true, my guess is they’re going to talk for a while and figure out how they will vouch for her silence just like we vouched for her safety. Then they’re going to drive here and find out that our promise was worth nothing. Then they’re going to shoot Neri in the head and you in the legs. If you’re lucky.”
Prek indicated first Neri and then Genti. Neri had crammed his body into the corner of the couch. His hands were thrust down between his knees and his body was slumped forward although his head was up and he was looking at Prek. His eye, where Prek had smashed him in the face with the pistol, was a livid red. It would turn into a big black shiner, if he lived that long. Genti was sitting at the other end of the couch. He wanted to be sitting up with Prek, who was perched on the back of the couch opposite with his feet on the seat cushion, but he understood the symbolism. He was in the doghouse almost as much as Neri was.
“You fucking idiot,” Prek said to Genti.
“Hey, I trusted him too,” Genti said.
“I trusted you! And you egged him on with all your sex talk.”
“Well, you didn’t say, ‘I’m going out to the van now, Genti. You make sure that Neri keeps his pants on.’ You said, ‘The boss says he doesn’t know yet, leave the girl alone,’ and you said it to both of us. I figured he heard it as good as I did.”
“So you went off and took a nap.”
“You were right outside, Prek. If you were so worried about her, why didn’t you stay in here? It’s as much your fault as it is mine.”
“My fault?”
“Okay, Prek, not your fault, but I didn’t touch her. What about this little fucker?” Genti waved his hand in the direction of Neri.
“I never did nothing,” Neri said very quietly.
“What did you say?” Prek said.
“He said he never did anything,” Genti said. “He said you stopped him before he got anywhere. He said that already.”
“Didn’t look that way to me.”
“Me, I tend to believe the guy. I would if someone near shot my head off like you did, then hit me in the face with a gun. This guy, I tell him the truth. Listen, Prek, the girl ain’t gonna remember anything either way.”
“That’s not the point.” Prek was yelling now. “He’s saying he didn’t do anything and I’m saying that is not what I saw.”
“Which part, Prek?”
“Which part what?”
“What did you see?”
What Prek had seen through the window was Neri with his pants off lying on top of Pia-there was no other conclusion, he was raping her. When Prek smashed the window and fired the gun, it was with the intention of scaring Neri, but the shot had been too close, passing barely three inches above the young man’s head and slamming through a cheap wardrobe into the brick wall behind. But it had the desired effect. The shot awoke Genti, who let the apoplectic Prek in the front door. Prek immediately went to Neri and hit him in the face as he stood there, his pants around his ankles.
Neri was thoroughly humiliated and more than a little scared. He was telling the truth, he didn’t rape the girl, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. He’d found he had the same issue with a sleeping beauty as he did with any hooker-he couldn’t get an erection. He’d wanted to prove something to himself, but he’d failed. And right now, that wasn’t the worst of it. The girl had squirmed pretty good underneath him. He was worried that she wasn’t nearly as out of it as she looked.
Pia gradually felt more and more awake. Her head was pounding, but she remembered a few things. She remembered being at the subway station near the hospital and she remembered George was coming to get her. And Will was there. Something had happened to Will. She remembered that the street was wet, because it was raining. She’d hurt her knee a little when she’d fallen. Why had she fallen?
The room she was in was a mess of shapes she was having trouble deciphering. She was lying on a bed, she could feel that. She could hear voices from a room nearby. Who did the voices belong to? She shook her head. That’s right, she was in a car. No, a van. And someone stuck a needle in her thigh. Ouch. She listened. The voices belonged to the men who had stuck her with a needle. They were the voices of the men who had attacked her in her dorm room. They were the men who had done something to Will. And one of them was just doing something to me. I have to get out of here, she thought to herself.
Pia could move her arms and legs. She was surprised to discover she wasn’t tied up. She looked around the room and saw a closed door on one side and a broken window on the other. There had also been a really loud noise. And a man on top of her. Something in Pia’s brain kicked in. She had to get out of that room, even if it was just to the other side of that door or out the window-either would be better than in there. The men’s voices were loud again, and they were coming from the other side of the door. The window, then.
Pia swung her legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand but she flopped down onto her knees and then her hands. Avoiding shards of glass, she crawled to the window and pulled herself upright. The old-style window had a handle that Pia held on to. As she turned the handle, the empty sash flew open, and she fell halfway out of the frame. It took some effort to reach down until her hands were on the earth in front of the window and she walked herself forward, using them until she could lift one leg then the other out and over the sill. She collapsed on the ground. Pia assumed she’d made so much noise, whoever was shouting in the other room would have heard. But she could still hear the voices, fainter but still there, still raised in disagreement.
So what are you going to tell Buda?” Genti said. He was now scared.
“What do you think I should tell him?”
“Tell him nothing happened. Look him in the eye and tell him nothing happened.”
“I don’t want to lie to Buda. Why should I lie? It’s you guys who are at fault.”
Neri looked over at the door to the bedroom where Pia was sleeping. She better not remember anything, he thought, or I’m dead.
Now sitting on her haunches, Pia resisted the urge to close her eyes, lie down, and go back to sleep, although every bone in her body was telling her to do it. Not for the first time in her life, an adrenaline rush drove her on. She looked over at the van, but she realized it was probably directly in the line of sight of where the voices were coming from. And she was in no state to drive; she’d crash into the first tree she came across.