"Not me. How about you lot?"
"We'll find her if she's out on the streets. But will you, if she is still at home?"
Temporarily riled, I abandoned my plan of asking him to join me tomorrow. Obviously, the raucous members of the Fourth Cohort-and probably members of all the other six-were just standing around watching and waiting for me to make a mess of the task. I would disappoint them. But I needed to keep all options open: "Don't let's quarrel when a child's life is at stake."
"Who's quarreling?"
Petronius was, but thinking about Gaia, I changed my mind again about tomorrow: "Lucius Petronius, I just asked Numentinus for permission to bring you in, for the benefit of your experience."
Petronius mimed an irritating bow. "Marcus Didius, whenever you're stuck, just ask me to set you right."
"For heaven's sake, stop playing about, you two," Helena grumbled.
I shrugged, and prepared to leave. Rubella decided to take a hand. To him, normally, I was an interfering amateur whom he would like to lock in a cell until my boots rotted off. Tonight, since he always overruled Petro and since Petro was niggling, he chose amicable cooperation. "Anything you need, Falco?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. It is a routine house search, and the family are not being difficult. Well, not that I can see."
"Found anything to help us?"
"I don't think so. The last time the girl was seen she was at home. She ought to be still there. There are no known external contacts." Well, apart from me. I chose not to dwell on that. Rubella was suspicious as Hades. He would love to arrest me on a trumped-up charge of personal involvement. "I have seen no sign that the Laelii are concealing a ransom demand. All the problems that I know about are family ones. That's going to be the answer."
"They do have problems." Rubella loved to repeat part of your briefing as though it was his own. I caught Petro's eye. He and I had always reckoned that persons in senior positions stole our ideas.
"Plenty. By the way-are either of you law-and-order experts able to tell me this about the rules for guardians?" I asked them. "Could a son who was still officially in his father's control accept the job?"
"Oh yes." It was Petro who answered. "It's a civic duty. Like voting. Anyone who has come of age is entitled to do it, whatever his status otherwise. I thought you yourself would be standing guardian for Maia now, Falco."
"Jupiter! I would hate to be the person who told Maia she had to report formally to me."
Petro gave me an odd look, almost as though he felt I was abandoning my sister.
"So what's that to do with the missing girl?" Rubella asked.
"Gaia's father spun me some yarn. There was talk of legal pleas and all sorts-all for nothing, apparently. Either the father is up to something extraordinarily devious-or he is, as his father defines him, a complete idiot."
"Where is this idiot?" Rubella mused.
I told him where Laelius Scaurus lived. "I advised the family to inform him that Gaia was lost-"
"Oh, we can do better than that," said the tribune, smirking. "If his darling daughter is in terrible trouble, we must bring the poor suffering man to Rome as quickly as possible-in fact, he can have an official escort of vigiles to clear the way for him!"
Refusing the assistance of the vigiles, as Numentinus would find, was unwise. Their cohort tribunes do not submit to rebuff.
I grinned. "Dear me. Laelius Scaurus received an innocent, priestly upbringing. This will be a terrible shock. He will think you are arresting him."
"So he will!" Rubella grinned evilly.
I had no idea what good this could possibly do, but anything unexpected can shake people up to good effect. To have the Fourth Cohort of vigiles explain his legal rights and responsibilities would certainly alarm Scaurus.
However, I was not sure I wanted to be in Rubella's shoes when this influential family complained with shrieks of outrage to the Prefect of the City that one of them had been subjected to an unfair arrest. The Laelii were more than just influential. They were being treated with elaborate care by the highest authorities-and I still did not know why.
XL
Incredibly it was still eight days before the Ides of June. Dusk had fallen, but this was the same day that I rose at dawn and went to the House of the Vestals, trying to meet Constantia, followed her to Egeria's Spring, was sent for by Rutilius Gallicus, and gained entrance to search the Laelius house. Now I had endured a visit to the Golden House as well. This was as long a day as I ever wanted to endure, but it was not over yet.
"You take the litter. Go home and rest," said Helena. She sounded wan.
"Where's Julia?"
"I managed to find Gaius." When my scruffy nephew could be deterred from totting in the backstreets, he made a dedicated nursemaid (if we paid him enough). "I told him to sleep in our bed if we were late."
"You'll regret that. He's never clean. What are you up to, as if I don't know?"
"I had better walk over to my father's house and break this news about my brother's fate."
I went with her, of course.
The senator lent me his barber, and they gave me more to eat. While I was being cleaned up and pampered, I had a lot to think about. It did not really concern the Camilli and their dead traitor. For me, Publius Camillus Meto was a closed case. His relations, however, would never be free of him. Memories for scandal are long in Rome. A family could have scores of statesmanly ancestors, but biographers would dwell on their one ancient traitor.
When I rejoined the party, they were all absorbed in frantic debate over their new suffering. Aelianus saw me appear in the doorway; he rose and led me to an anteroom, asking for a private word. The conversation in the salon behind him dropped slightly, as his parents and Helena watched him draw me aside.
"Aelianus, you have to ask your father for the details." My situation had always been difficult; I badly wanted to avoid anybody finding out that I had disposed of Publius down a sewer.
"Father told me what happened. I was abroad. I came home and found my uncle gone, and what he had done settling on us like blight. Now I am stuck with the results, it seems. Falco, you were involved-"
"Anything beyond what your father has told you is confidential, I'm afraid."
"So I am being shafted, yet I cannot be told why?"
"You know enough. Yes, it is unfair," I sympathized. "But a stigma was inevitable. At least there were no wholesale executions, or confiscation of property."
"I always rather liked Uncle Publius." That aspect must frighten his parents, though I did not tell Aelianus so. They feared he might yet follow his uncle in temperament. He too was restless and impatient with society. Like his uncle, Aelianus might lose patience with the rules and seek out his own solutions, unless he was handled just right in the next few years. An outsider. Latent trouble.
For a moment, I wondered whether this was the kind of trouble the Laelius family had gone through with Scaurus.
"Your uncle seemed quite hard to get close to." To me, he had had a cold, almost gloomy outlook.
"Yes, but he was supposed to have lived a wild life; he spent all that time abroad; he lived on the edge. He had an illegitimate child too-and I heard that she was killed in peculiar circumstances." Aelianus stopped.
"Sosia," I said reproachfully. "Yes, I know how she was killed."
"She was just a girl. I don't really remember her, Falco."
"I do." I stared him down, as I fought back a tear.