“First things first...” Sofia made the running again as, prosecco in her right hand, she placed her left over Paolo’s across the table, “I like you Paolo... a lot... I find you exciting. You did scare me though at first, but that was my own fault, I goaded you.”
“Sor...” started Paolo.
“No need for sorrys. My own fault. Let me continue... I have an idea you have designs on Livia, but she’s not here and I am. I’m happy to share you later. OK?....... Now... tell me... what was going on last night?”
’Not another fucking interrogation.’ thought Paolo.
Paolo’s interview ended at 4.40pm and he left the police station, having given nothing more away than the previous night. DI Jackson was getting nowhere and realised he never would with Paolo. The guy might actually be innocent, hard though that might be to believe!
Paolo had enough time to jump on the DLR and Underground and get to Knightsbridge to meet Sofia at 5.30pm. Unlike her sister, Sofia was there five minutes early at 5.25pm.
“Let’s find a bar in Beauchamp Place” suggested Sofia, linking arms with Paolo and leading him away. Like her sister, she was in charge.
Paolo’s cool challenge caught the DI on the hop. He couldn’t follow up on his claim. He moved to quizzing Paolo about the ransom demanded.
Paolo did as he had earlier and denied any knowledge of a ransom, saying that Tony had kept that to himself, adding that he thought that Tony may have been told to keep schtum about that side of things. Paolo insisted that he was just there as a bodyguard.
“Well why would Mr Monelli need one of those then?”
“If someone was on the loose cutting off fingers, then wouldn’t you want one?” retorted Paolo.
The detective inspector and his sidekick used tried and tested police techniques to unnerve Paolo, firstly asking him if, like his boss, he wanted a legal representative present.
“Why on earth would I need one?” asked Paolo quizzically. No reply, but a shrug of the shoulders from the DI.
Then they used smirking looks regularly exchanged between the two of them and the occasional “Oh really?”, suggesting disbelief. But Paolo wasn’t fazed at all... he was telling the truth after all - he’d almost convinced himself!
“Some of your statement doesn’t match Mr Monelli’s account Mr Fano!”
“Oh really?” parried Paolo.
Paolo arrived at Limehouse Police Station at 2.55pm, five minutes early. He wanted to demonstrate that he was fully cooperating with the Metropolitan Police. The detective inspector was running late by 15 minutes as his interview with Tony at Walthamstow had run over. Paolo was OK about that, secretly wondering if he was being kept waiting so they could see if he was getting edgy and hot under the collar. He wasn’t.
Paolo was really very cool. He doubted that Tony would have said anything to undermine him - he just wouldn’t.
When the DI arrived, Paolo repeated his earlier story.
Paolo mentioned he too had to go to see the police and he must leave by 2.30pm to make sure he was there on time.
"I don't want to be late." he said, adding, "By the way, I don't think Tony wants any mention of a ransom, so if the police want to interview you, maybe best not to mention it, otherwise they'll start 'crawling all over the books', so Tony says."
Then at 2.00pm, Marcia jumped up declaring she needed to go and relieve her childminder, paid and left, after inviting Paolo round next week for some 'afternoon delight'.
Paolo was taken aback, and rather swift with his reply.
"Livia's the last person to be involved in this let alone masterminding it!" he insisted quickly. "And she's away for weeks in the Caribbean, where Terry should have gone with her. How could that stack up?"
"I suppose... but you were a bit quick to defend her then Paolo. Are you rather sweet on her too? Are you? Another woman I've got to fight for you, eh? And with her pretty face, maybe I shouldn't blame you!"
"You look pretty damn good yourself Marcia."
"Why thank you kind sir!"
"OK, so what don't you trust Tony about?" Paolo was relaxing slightly.
"Well he told me he'd had to pay a ransom. A million pounds he said..."
"No that's wrong." Paolo interrupted.
"Well half a million then maybe..." Marcia conceded. "And half that was my money too!"
"It wasn't. It was only 400K!" Paolo was trying to reassure Marcia, but he had fallen into her trap. Now she knew about the ransom. Tony had been tight-lipped about it!
Marcia leaned forward, touched Paolo's hand and whispered across the table.
"Paolo, do you think Livia could possibly be behind this?"
Over a classy lunch, Marcia quizzed Paolo on exactly what went on the previous evening and what had led up to it. To make Paolo feel more comfortable telling her, she told him about how Tony had broken down and told her all earlier.
"So why do you need it from me too?" Paolo dared to ask, with a look of suspicion on his face.
"Look Paolo, I've indicated earlier that me and Tony aren't exactly bedfellows right now, so I need to know he's telling me the truth. Amazingly, I actually want to help him. if only for Giovanna."
Paolo was worried by what Marcia had said. It seemed to him that he’d accidentally, or possibly deliberately been drawn into a situation representing a potential threat. Given his involvement in Terry’s murder and extortion, the sensible thing would be to run a mile from both Marcia and Sofia. Marcia, it seemed, had set her sights on Paolo as her stud. With the deadly secrets he carried, there was no way he could cut and run now.
Paolo felt that Marcia had him by the short and curlies and now planned extortion... of information.
...and what else would Sofia want?
"I don't need to ask Paolo, Sofia will have provided wonderful sex. She's physical and just what a young man needs. However...... there is something I should tell you about my little sister....."
Marcia had used long pauses to start and end her last sentence. It raised the anticipation of what she was about to divulge.
"Sofia is sleeping with Tony." she revealed.
Paolo's involuntary sharp intake of breath indicated his shock. Marcia didn't wait for his response.
"But I'm not bothered. I prefer my sex with you, but once today is plenty enough! Now tell me all about Terry...."
Paolo’s coyness about his ‘early rising’ meant an awkward start to lunch. Excited by Marcia, Paolo was also embarrassed.... and further embarrassed when she asked directly.
“Did Sofia come to see you in the middle of the night too?”
Paolo was taken aback.
“No need to lie Paolo, I know her perfume and I smelt it on your sheets, and on you. And don’t worry, I won’t ask which sister was best!” Marcia chuckled at Paolo’s continuing discomfort, adding, “and I’m not about to suggest a rematch if that’s what you thought! I’m a married woman you know!”
If Paolo had thought his lunch with Marcia would be a pleasant prelude to an afternoon’s repeat of his earlier delight, he was wrong. He arrived a couple of minutes early and, predictably, Marcia was a ‘fashionable’ ten minutes late, for maximum impact. She smiled and looked stunning, dressed to present her figure at its best.
She air-kissed Paolo on both cheeks so as not to spoil her vibrant red lipstick. Her heady perfume had Paolo’s heart racing. The physiological effect on him was instant. Sexually speaking, Marcia was once again in charge.
Paolo was hers to dominate again.
Despite the sour taste in his mouth, and the knowledge that he was deceiving Livia on a number of fronts and that she was mighty suspicious, Paolo was feeling very good. There was the money of course, lots of it, and, with her £750,000 life insurance settlement in prospect, Livia might let the ransom issue drop. There were also two stunning sisters smitten and falling into bed with him at a stroke. His Italian male conceit assumed no more than his incredible attractiveness to women.
He was therefore looking forward to meeting the two separately later, and what might transpire.
The only reference to the ransom Paolo had made during Livia's inquisition was that Tony cancelled the transfer when he saw the police and realised that Terry must be dead.
"How could he do that?" Livia demanded angrily.
"He wouldn't pay up until he saw Terry alive," Paolo answered, and added "actually, I wouldn't have done so either in his position... but to have done it any other way and not to have zeroed Terry at the start would have involved other people... it would've been too many people in the know for my liking. But at least he's dead!"
Livia ended her call. Paolo hadn't liked Livia's tone, even though she'd been married to one of his bosses. Sure he felt guilty and confused by all this female distraction, but, like Tony and the others, he was Italian and a man with male pride and as such he didn't take kindly to any put-down by a mere woman.
They say absence makes the heart grow stronger, but in the case of Livia, absence plus long-distance bad vibes made her pretty face and cute body less attractive, particularly when the far-from-ugly sisters were all over him!
“Text me when they find the body,” instructed Livia, “I need to know when to grieve!”
“Sure.... When will you get back?” asked Paolo
“About 8 day’s time.”
“Shall I pick you up from Southampton?”
“No... thanks... but far too fishy! We don’t want anyone to connect the two of us.”
‘It’s a bit late for that,’ thought Paolo, aware that Sofia thought she was in the know... and she was.
“Tony, the bastard, can pick me up.” continued Livia. “He surely owes his brother’s widow that!”
“Shall I ask him for you?”
“No, no, no... I’ll call him myself.”
Paolo felt guilty, and Livia knew it. She didn’t know why, but knew it might involve another woman... or, even worse, some treachery might be afoot.
Paolo was awkward throughout Livia’s call.
“I know you’re keeping something from me, but right now I need an update. I’ve been online and seen a UK story about searching for a body. Is it the body I’ve been expecting Paolo? Tell all, and if you try to bullshit me you can forget taking up where we left off!”
Paolo told Livia about what had been going on... but lied about the money transfer.
It was probably another hour before he got the call from Livia. Meanwhile he had gone online to scour the Internet for coverage of the search for the body. Unconfirmed reports suggested that they were looking for a well-known East End underworld boss, so far unnamed.
They say that men often give themselves away to women, who have a sixth sense. The sixth sense is probably no more than being more observant of subtle signs than men.
Paolo was getting ready to leave for lunch with Marcia. It obviously showed.
“What are you hiding from me Paolo?”
Paolo was feeling pretty good about the day. It was still only 10.15am. He turned on his TV to the news channel to see if the story had been picked up yet. It had.
”Police are understood to have been given an anonymous tip-off last night that there was a body in a river in Cambridgeshire. BBC News understands that police divers are searching a remote section of the New Bedford River in the heart of The Fens. Our Cambridgeshire correspondent is on the spot...”
The sight of the river where he’d been so recently prompted an involuntary shudder.