He saw her smile. “Are you trying to tempt me with exotic travel and intrigue if I come work for you?”
“Yes. Is it working?”
She looked around the reading room and over at Dr. Stevens, who was still watching her like a hawk, no doubt wondering why Giovanni had requested her specifically. He’d have to alter the woman’s memories again before he left for the night.
“I like Southern California.”
“Good, we’ll make our base here and come back in between research trips.” He continued before she had time to interrupt. “Have I told you how nice it is to be working with you again? Or in a library at all, for that matter? I’ve been doing irritating political things in the past few years. Very annoying. I have to talk with all sorts of unpleasant people who like to hear themselves speak. Whining and simpering. They all remind me of my time with my father.”
“What kind of political things?”
“Oh, visiting people that owe me favors. Trying to determine what my son is up to. A kind of intelligence gathering, I suppose. All those things I tried to avoid for the past three hundred years.”
She snorted. “I’d apologize, but you’re the one who made him.”
“No apologies necessary. I put the matter of dealing with him off for too long.”
“And your books? Andros’s library?” She put down the journal she’d been working on and picked up another. “Any clues about that?”
“A bit. The majority of it remains a mystery, but he’s sold off some of the more easily moveable pieces of the collection, so I’ve reacquired a few things. You really must have wiped him out when you took his accounts, tesoro.”
“That’s always nice to hear.”
“And you appear to be doing quite well financially.”
Giovanni saw her smirk. “I don’t have to worry about paying the bills, no.”
He gave a quiet chuckle. “So I’ve collected a few more of my father’s books. I’ve tried to track your father. I’ve reestablished myself among some allies. Then I found Benjamin, and that’s been quite the project.”
“Sounds like you were busy,” she said in a small voice.
“And I missed you every day.”
She was silent for a few long minutes. He wondered if she would respond at all.
“You knew where to find me,” she finally said.
Giovanni had no answer for her. He had known where to find her, but he had also known that she needed time to grow and mature. He only hoped he could convince her that it was worth giving him another chance.
“Beatrice-”
“So have you heard anything more about Lorenzo? He still staying under the radar?”
He sighed and picked up another letter. “He has been. I’ll hear something every now and then about him or one of his children, but for the most part he’s been quiet.”
“Why do I find that disturbing?”
“Probably because it’s easier to kill the snake on the path than the one in the rocks.”
She looked at him. “That’s an excellent description of him.”
“A snake?” He cocked an eyebrow. “It’s an accurate one.”
She murmured under her breath, “He’s like this ghost in the back of my mind. I try to forget him, but…”
He reached over and squeezed her hand quickly. “Don’t forget about him until he’s dead.”
Beatrice shook her head. “Why did I ever fool myself?”
He frowned. “What? What are you talking about?”
She looked at him for a long moment before she turned back to the journal she’d been studying. “Nothing.”
Giovanni knew it wasn’t nothing, but he also knew she wouldn’t tell him. They worked silently together for another half an hour. Finally, he saw her studying a page in the journal intently and her heart began to race.
“Here,” she said quietly, but there was no victorious smile on her face. He took the journal from her and studied the page she had pointed to. “Found a mention in the Catalan’s notes.”
“Let me see,” he said as he read the pages from the old book, reading about the young priest the father had met and how they compared journal notes on the journey up the California coast. It was consistent with the diary his client had acquired. It gave him a name and a year. It was as much as he could hope for from the Huntington collection.
“Guess I found your provenance,” Beatrice said.
His eyes raked over her face. “I always knew you would.”
Beatrice thrust her hip back, tossing her sparring partner over her shoulder. The large man hit the floor with a loud slap, and she straightened with a grunt as her sensei smiled from across the mat. She held a hand out to her partner to help him up. They bowed to each other and shook hands as they finished the freestyle judo practice.
Pete called out, “B, you are on a roll today! What’s gotten into you? Very nice randori, both of you. Very nice.” The wiry, grey-haired man strode across the mat and shook both Beatrice and her partner’s hands before all three walked to the lockers near the free weights. “B, you still have one of the strongest harai goshi I’ve seen. I know you were dissatisfied with your last teacher, but your forms are really strong.”
She nodded and wiped the sweat from her eyes. “Thanks. He was great, I just felt like he’d taken me as far as I could go in my training. I felt like I was in a rut, you know?”
Pete nodded and slapped her shoulder. “No worries, I understand. Sometimes a relationship just runs its course. I hope you parted on good terms.”
Beatrice nodded and untied her belt, taking off her heavy judogi and stripping down to a tank top to hit the punching bags on the side of the studio.
“How long have you been studying?”
“Judo?”
Pete nodded.
“Well, when I first moved out to L.A., I started studying martial arts. First, it was just some tai chi at the university. A friend suggested it. Then I decided to take a self-defense class-”
“Always a good idea for anyone.”
She snorted. “Yeah, I can agree with that. Anyway, the place I went to taught judo and jujitsu, too, so I got interested that way. I’ve been studying almost five years now.”
She slipped on her gloves and Pete joined her at the bags. They both began hitting the teardrop shaped speed bags that hung from platforms in the low ceiling. Soon, Beatrice was zoning out to the sound and the rhythm of the quick punches as she tried to release the stress of the day and her last meeting with Giovanni.
Focus, focus, focus, she thought as she tried to wipe the image of his deep green eyes from her mind.
“Your focus is really impressive,” Pete said as he worked the bag to her right. “You should be proud of yourself. You look like you’ve been studying twice as long.”
“That’s nice to hear.” Even though I’m completely distracted at the moment.
Suddenly, he grinned. “What did you like about judo at first? I can almost guess.”
Beatrice laughed. “I saw this little girl toss a guy about a foot taller and seventy pounds heavier than her.”
Pete chuckled as he continued hitting the bag. “Yeah, that’ll do it. It’s pretty great when you realize you can take down someone way stronger than you if you know what you’re doing and use their own strengths against them, right?”
She shook her head. “Pete, you have no idea.”
“Why am I so upset?” Beatrice asked as she drank another glass of wine at Dez’s apartment.
Dez only raised an eyebrow. “Because you now have no handy excuse to see the man you’ve been in love with for five years?”
“I’m not in love with him.”
“Yeah.” Her best friend snorted. “Whatever.”
“I’m not.”
“Okay, then you’re upset because…you’re going to miss the challenge of the project? That is way cooler than most of the stuff we do.” Dez couldn’t contain the grin. “I mean, what a cool job! When you worked for him before, did you ever have a kind of treasure hunt like that? Or was it mostly research and catalogue work?”