He’s at church.
Saying Mass.
While he waits for Alfie to reply, Tom makes espresso as thick as treacle and fires up Valentina’s Vaio. There’s mail stacked high in his AOL account, but that’s not what he’s looking for.
He finds several Google entries for ‘Cassandra Prophet of Doom’ and is pleased his basic grasp of Greek mythology hasn’t completely deserted him. Cassandra, also known as Alexandra, was the daughter of King Priam and Queen Hecuba of Troy. She was so beautiful that Apollo granted her the gift of prophecy.
Tom vaguely remembers that Sassy Cassy spent a night at Apollo’s temple, and when she fell asleep, magical snakes licked her ears so clean she was able to hear the future.
Neat trick.
If only you could order a couple of snakes like that from iwantoneofthose. com.
After a little searching, he tracks down Cassandra’s family tree. Her father Priam was the son of Laomedon and grandson of Ilus and ruled during the Trojan War. Tom becomes lost and bored as he traces the generations back through Trus, Erichthonius and Dardanus, but he feels compelled to complete the task.
He makes another espresso and is pleased when he recalls that Dardanus was the son of Zeus and Electra.
No Harleys back in those days!
The temporary amusement disappears when he reads that the wife of Dardanus was Batea, the daughter of a king called Teucer.
Teucer.
He sits back from the computer.
Until a few years ago, the name Teucer had never meant anything to him.
But then there was Venice.
In Venice, he became more than familiar with it.
Teucer was the name at the centre of a case that stretched back six hundred years before Christ. A case that almost killed him and Valentina.
He comforts himself with hard logic. These are different Teucers.
Very different.
One was from Greece and ruled Troy. The other was from Etruria and was part of a dark satanic legend.
But he can’t help but add up the coincidences.
A crazed woman believing she is Cassandra, who is a dark descendant of Teucer, turns up covered in blood after a ritual dismemberment at a legendary site of truth and justice. On its own it’s disturbing.
That it should happen at exactly the time that Tom is visiting Valentina is more troubling. It’s almost as though fate – or God – has decreed that he has to be here.
That this is the place where he is needed.
He puts his hand to his lip.
It’s bleeding again.
Outside the window he hears church bells ringing. The sound of Mass beginning makes him check his phone to see if there’s a message from Alfie.
There is.
Tom reads it and can barely believe his eyes.
21
Louisa Verdetti looks up from the paperwork on her desk and over the top of her black-framed spectacles. ‘Please, sit down.’
Valentina and Federico pull up chairs.
The director updates them. ‘The lady you brought in seems stable and calm this morning. Certainly well enough for you to interview, though we haven’t yet had time to do the full range of diagnostic checks that we’d like.’
Federico flips open his notebook. ‘Suzanna Grecoraci. Has she said where she’s from? How old she is?’
Verdetti smiles. ‘She has. She’s from Corviale, she’s twenty-seven years old and has two children. They’re called Carina and Carlo. The girl’s five and the boy three.’
‘Poor kids.’ The lieutenant starts to write down their details and wonders how they’re going to react when they find out their mother is as nutty as a fruitcake and is going to be locked up for a long time.
‘Save your ink,’ interrupts Verdetti. ‘That’s not who she is. And her children don’t exist.’
‘I don’t understand.’ Valentina looks perplexed.
‘We checked our computer network systems for her medical records. No one by that name is on the local register. Nor are either of her children.’
Federico has formed such a strong image of the children that he can’t now clear them from his mind. ‘Maybe the family only just moved to Rome? You know how bad this city is at keeping records.’
‘No,’ insists Verdetti. ‘We found several Suzanna Grecoracis in the area. None of them is the right age, marital or parental status to be her.’
Valentina spreads her hands in a gesture of bewilderment. ‘I still don’t get it. Why would she lie about this? We’ve arrested her and she’s going to jail.’
‘Probably not.’ Verdetti lets the shock of her response sink in and then explains. ‘Suzanna is another alter – another personality that steps forward in the host body to take control.’
Valentina shakes her head. ‘So we have Cassandra and Suzanna. Two alters? Two personalities other than that of the real person?’
‘That’s right. We call the real person the host. The host may be taken over by multiple personalities.’
‘How many is multiple?’ asks Federico.
Louisa tries to keep it simple. ‘That all depends. Usually, the number of alters is determined by the levels of trauma in the host’s life. The more trauma, the greater the multiple of personalities.’
The two police officers exchange looks. They know that what Verdetti has just said is the kind of expert testimony that would ensure their prisoner would never face criminal charges.
The clinician interrupts their ponderings. ‘As I said, you can see her, but I must insist on being in the room as well.’
Valentina nods. ‘ Capiamo.’
‘ Va bene.’ Verdetti pushes back her chair and leads the way.
Valentina is revising her opinion of the director. Sure, she’s stern. Maybe a bit of a control freak as well. But she’s impressively professional and must have the patience of a saint to deal with people as disturbed as Suzanna, or whoever she really is. And – on top of all that – she’s wearing a pair of black Gucci sneakers that Valentina would kill for.
The doctor opens the door.
Suzanna is sitting in a chair by her bed.
She doesn’t look in the least bit intimidated by the sight of the Carabinieri officers.
Verdetti makes the introductions. ‘Suzanna, these police officers would like to ask you some questions. Are you okay with that?’
‘Of course.’ She sits up straight and smiles. Valentina and Federico pull over some hard-backed visitors’ chairs.
Federico cautiously starts the ball rolling. ‘You say you’re Suzanna Grecoraci from Corviale. You are married and have two children – is that right?’
Her face lights up. ‘It is. I have two beautiful children. God has been very kind to me; they’re my angels.’
‘I’m sure they are. Where exactly are they now?’ asks Valentina.
‘With their father, Romano. He’s travelling the world with them.’ She looks a little sad. ‘They’re in Australia at the moment.’
‘Australia.’ Valentina repeats the word for no reason other than the fact that she can’t yet get a grasp on what’s unfolding.
‘Yes, I know that’s a very long way away.’ Suzanna laughs nervously. ‘Romano’s parents are down there. They’re very old and not in good health, so he wanted them to see their grandchildren – you know, one last time.’
Valentina tries to sound sympathetic. ‘Why didn’t you go with them?’
‘Oh, that’s a long story.’ She looks embarrassed. ‘I have a fear of flying. I’ve never been in an aeroplane. Don’t think I ever will.’
Valentina nods understandingly. ‘Do you recognise me, Suzanna? Do you remember where and when we met before?’
It’s clear from her face that she doesn’t. ‘No, no, I’m afraid I don’t. I hadn’t thought we’d met until now.’ She glances towards the doctor. ‘No one has given me your names, so I’m afraid you’re both strangers to me.’
Valentina keeps her tone non-judgemental. ‘I visited you in a police cell in Viale Romania and you attacked me.’
Suzanna looks shocked. ‘Oh no. That’s not possible. I’d never attack anyone. I’ve never hurt anyone or anything in my whole life.’