But not at the price of having your nuts cut off.
Then there are his eyes.
Federico has seen eyes like that before.
Many times before.
Savage eyes.
Criminal eyes.
Eyes that don’t blink when a fight’s about to break out. Eyes that don’t look away when there’s blood spilling and knives flashing under the street lights.
Now Federico’s got the measure of him.
He’s ready to start the interview.
‘So, Guilio, do you feel like talking to us today? Or do we just send your silent ass for trial on charges of breaking and entering, assault and maybe even the attempted murder of Anna Fratelli?’
Angelis is using his index finger to doodle in the dust on top of the interview table.
He finishes a line, lifts his eyes and lets a cold stare settle on the detective’s face.
Smug bastard.
A hard-working cop, but not that bright.
The fool thinks he’s much cleverer than he really is.
Thinks he knows what’s going on, but he doesn’t have a clue. He certainly has no idea about how wrong he’s got it. Okay, he’s smart enough and energetic enough to take some prints and use them to pull a rap sheet.
Big deal.
Sooner or later that was always going to happen.
And by now he’s probably also traced his home address and got some other fools to pull the place apart.
No matter.
They won’t find anything. Certainly nothing that will make any sense to them.
But they know about Anna.
And that’s a shame.
Anna should be invisible.
She shouldn’t be seen by jerks like the one sitting opposite him, or that woman detective and her big thug.
It would have been good to have spent more time with them.
To have dealt with them properly.
‘What’s it to be, Guilio? We talk, maybe try to work in some mitigation to the charges, or you go straight to court and look forward to an eternity of being ass-fucked in prison?’
Angelis lets a smug smile spread across his face. ‘I’d like a lawyer. Get me a brief within the hour and maybe I’ll be good to you when I file my own charges.’
Federico laughs. ‘Of what?’
He leans back and crosses his arms. ‘False arrest. Assault. Defamation of character.’
‘That’s funny. Ha ha. We caught you right in the middle of the apartment, Guilio. Hiding in the damned dark.’
His arms stay crossed and his eyes remain fixed on the lieutenant’s face.
Federico gets a bad feeling.
‘Have you asked Anna about me?’ Angelis pauses and reads the detective’s face. ‘I thought not. When you do, you’ll find out why I was there.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘She wanted me there. She asked me to be there.’ He uncrosses his arms and leans across the table. ‘I was protecting her, you idiot. Not attacking her.’
65
To everyone’s relief, Anna is still Anna.
Louisa Verdetti passes out a tray of drinks. Cola Lite for Valentina and Anna, espresso doppio and water for Tom and herself.
Valentina’s phone rings. She apologises and ducks outside the patient’s room to take the call.
Louisa hopes she stays there.
Getting through the layers of alters and down to the host is something of a clinical breakthrough. The chance of an uncluttered discussion with a DID sufferer is precious, and she’s scared to death that questions about crimes and investigations are going to send Anna plunging back behind the cover of one of the alternative personalities.
‘Do you feel okay to continue with our chat?’ she asks kindly.
‘Of course.’ Anna sounds as sprightly as if she were being asked directions on a warm summer Sunday. ‘What is it you want to know?’
Valentina’s sudden return interrupts them.
She smiles apologetically, clicks the door quietly behind her and despite seeing that Louisa is in mid-conversation, addresses Anna directly. ‘Do you know a man called Guilio Angelis?’
‘Yes. Guilio works with me.’
Valentina makes her way to a chair alongside Anna’s. ‘We discovered him in your apartment yesterday, before we found you. Did you invite him inside?’
Now Anna has to think. A lot has happened since yesterday. She remembers doctors leaning over her, masked faces, blood everywhere, her blood, and before that — only blackness.
Blackness in the wardrobe, where she was frightened.
Blackness in that safe place in her own mind where she goes when terrible things start to happen.
And before that?
Slowly she starts to remember.
‘Guilio came from work to help me.’
Valentina lets out a deep sigh. ‘You asked him into your home?’
‘Si.’
‘How do you know this man, Anna?’
‘Like I said, I work with him.’
‘Where?’
‘Rosati’s, in the Piazza del Popolo.’
‘How long have you worked there?’
‘Three, four years. I started in the cafeteria and was there for — oh, maybe a year, perhaps a little more, then I’ve been in the ristorante part of it ever since.’
‘And Guilio?’
Another pause. ‘About the same time. I think we even started the same week. He is a very good waiter.’
Valentina has one more attempt to shake a story that she knows is going to result in the guy who assaulted her being released. ‘Anna, this is really important. Are you absolutely sure that you invited Guilio Angelis into your apartment yesterday and that he had the right to be there? He didn’t force himself in? He wasn’t threatening you in any way?’
‘No.’ She looks offended. ‘Guilio’s my friend. He’s always been my friend. Why would he want to hurt me?’
Valentina curses softly to herself and stares into Anna’s eyes.
The woman’s not going to change her story, that much is clear.
She glances towards Louisa. ‘Give me a minute. I have to ring my colleague.’
‘Sure.’
As Valentina leaves, Louisa hands out glasses for the drinks, pops the tab on Anna’s cola and pours it. ‘You don’t have to carry on with this session, you know. If you’re too tired, or you find talking to us distressing, we can put it off until another time.’
Anna squeezes out a smile. ‘No, I’m fine.’ She puts her hand on her bandaged arm. ‘Apart from this.’ She turns her head towards the door where Valentina exited. ‘Have I said something wrong?’
‘No, not at all.’
‘Is Guilio in trouble?’
Louisa doesn’t know how to answer. ‘You’d best ask the capitano when she comes back.’
Several more minutes pass until Valentina reopens the door.
It’s clear something unpleasant has happened.
Her cheeks are flushed and there’s no trace of a smile.
Anna looks agitated. ‘Why were you asking me about Guilio?’
Valentina settles back into a chair next to her. ‘We had to check that his story was the same as yours. We had to make sure he didn’t force his way into your apartment and try to harm you.’
Anna falls silent.
She seems to understand.
Valentina suspects she still hasn’t got the whole story. ‘Anna, have you always lived in that apartment?’
Tension ripples across her forehead. ‘Si.’
‘It’s unusual, isn’t it?’
She stares down at her glass of cola. ‘You mean my bedroom, don’t you?’
Valentina nods.
‘It’s the only way I feel safe at night.’ She looks to Tom. ‘You understand, don’t you?’