She was also wonderfully tall. As a child Minnie had dreamed of growing to five foot ten and becoming a model. In the end she’d had to settle for five foot four, or ‘nothing very much’ as she’d crossly put it.
But this was how she’d always longed to be, with legs that went up to her ears and a neck that came from a swan.
‘Grr!’ she said to the picture. ‘Who are you? His wife? His fiancée? Girlfriend? Whoever you are, you’ve got no right to look like that.’
She replaced the picture carefully in the wallet, which she then put in her own bag, to take to him.
From a distance she heard the bell of St Peter’s, chiming seven o’clock, and realised that the light was growing fast, the city was waking and she still had much to do.
She should call Netta, but a quick rummage in her bag revealed that she’d left her cellphone behind. Using the bedside phone might be indiscreet. That left Luke Cayman’s own cellphone. After a brief hesitation, she took it and dialled. When Netta answered she kept her tone light.
‘Netta? That silly boy has been up to his tricks. He drank too much last night, got into a brawl and he’s at the police station.’
She heard Netta give a little shriek and hastened to add, ‘Don’t worry, I’ll sort it. It’s not the first time.’
‘Oh, Minnie, you will get him out, promise me.’
‘Don’t I always? But I need you to get down there with some clean clothes so that he can look good in court. It’ll just be a fine and when you get him home you can make him sorry he was born.’
After a few more reassurances she hung up. Before putting the phone away, she studied it a little, tempted by its state-of-the-art appearance, and making a mental note to replace her own with one exactly like this beauty.
Nothing but the best for him, she mused.
She was about to switch it off when it rang and, before she could stop herself, she answered it.
‘Pronto!’
The action was completely automatic, and only when the word was out did she realise what she’d done.
The caller was a woman, sounding a little surprised at hearing Minnie.
‘Scusi?’ she said. ‘Is this Luke Cayman’s phone or do I have a wrong number?’
‘No, this is his phone. If I could explain-’
The other voice became warm and charming. ‘My dear, there’s no need for you to explain. I understand perfectly. I should apologise for calling so early, but I overlooked the time. Please ask Luke to call his mother when he can spare a moment.’
‘Yes-yes, I’ll do that,’ Minnie stammered, for once not in control. ‘Er-it won’t be in the next few minutes, I’m afraid-’
‘That’s all right. I was once young myself. I’m sure you’re extremely beautiful.’
‘But-’
‘Ciao!’ The line went dead.
Well, that was that, she thought crossly.
Luke’s mother thought she was his girlfriend, rising from the sheets after a night of passion, and about to dive back in for another riotous round of pleasure.
She could have screamed with vexation.
For precisely one minute she sat there, taking deep breaths. Then she finished packing, taking care to switch off the phone before it could ring again, and hurried out of the room, just managing not to slam the door behind her.
At the police station she showed Luke’s ID card at the desk before going to the cell.
‘There’s just the “drunk and disorderly” to deal with, and I assume you have no previous convictions?’
‘None,’ he assured her.
‘You’ll go before a Justice of the Peace in a couple of hours. He’ll fine you and that’ll be the end of it.’
He was looking in the bag she’d brought. ‘You’ve done a great job. These will make me look like a pillar of the community.’
‘Hmm!’
‘I won’t ask what that means. I’m sure you’re longing to tell me.’
‘But you’re not going to give me the satisfaction. Very wise.’
He declined to answer this, but his harsh face softened and there was briefly a devil in his eyes. Suddenly Minnie remembered his mother’s mistaken assumption, and she had a horrid feeling that she might be about to blush.
‘I’ll see you in court,’ she said, and departed with dignity.
Netta returned home with Minnie to cook her some breakfast while she showered, ready for court later that morning.
‘Bless you,’ she said, emerging in a towelling dressing gown to sit down before muesli and fruit juice. ‘Don’t worry. Charlie’s going to be all right.’
‘I know. You’ll take care of him like you’ve done before. And also of that nice young man.’
‘Nice-you mean that brute with him? You know nothing about him.’
‘Rico let me into the cell to see Charlie, and we all had a talk. I’m glad you are helping him, too.’
‘Don’t be fooled, Netta. I can see that he’s been to work on you, but you needn’t feel sorry for him.’
‘But of course I must be concerned for the man who saved Charlie’s life,’ Netta said, scandalised.
‘Saved his life, my left foot!’ Minnie said with frank derision. ‘I don’t believe he did any such thing.’
‘But Charlie says so,’ Netta persisted.
‘After what Charlie’s taken on board I wouldn’t rely on him for the time of day. And I wouldn’t rely on this other character for anything. He’s our new landlord. The enemy.’
‘But he’s not our enemy, cara. He explained to me how it happened, how he did not want the Residenza-’
‘That isn’t going to make him a better landlord,’ Minnie pointed out.
‘He told me that he thought he had offended you, and how he feels most desolate-’
‘Did he, indeed?’ Minnie said with grim appreciation of these tactics.
‘And I said I was eternally grateful to him for saving my Charlie, and he was welcome in our home at any time.’
‘You might well say that, since he happens to own it.’
‘Then everything is all right.’ Netta beamed. ‘We are all friends, and he will make the repairs-’
‘And double the rent.’
‘You will talk to him, be nice, make him nice.’
‘Netta, listen, this is one very clever man. He’s been to work on you, and achieved exactly what he wanted. You’re putty in his hands.’
‘Twenty years ago, I would have been,’ Netta said with a sigh.
Minnie refused to allow her lips to twitch. ‘Don’t think like that,’ she said with an attempt at severity. ‘It’s just giving in to him.’
‘OK, you give in to him. Such a man was made for a woman to give in to. Or many women.’
‘Then they’d be very foolish. He knows what to say and do, but it’s all meaningless. I’d love to know what really happened in this fight.’
‘He was defending Charlie and the little puppy-’
‘I think he was probably just fighting the puppy,’ Minnie said cynically. ‘I expect it bit him. Good for the puppy!’
‘Why are you so unkind to the poor man?’
It would have taken too long to explain, so Minnie just said, ‘I’ll get dressed and we’ll go.’
CHAPTER THREE
TWO hours later she presented herself before the Justice of the Peace, Alfredo Fentoni, clad in the voluminous black robe of the advocate. Fentoni, who knew her, smiled benignly, addressed her as Avvocato, and they began.
Minnie had to admit that Luke was much improved. The suit spoke of sober respectability, and a shave had transformed him into something resembling an ordinary man.
But only resembling. Now that she saw him at his best, she realised how far from ordinary he was. In the cell she’d been aware of brute force. Now she was even more intensely aware of the skill with which he disguised power. That made him a cunning man as well as a forceful one, and all the more dangerous for that.