Did you succeed?
No. That same day, Giulia and Salvatore spoke with Antonio and told him about my offer. But Antonio started crying. During that period tears came easily to him. He said that if he accepted, not only would he lose Valeria, but word would get around and he would lose his good standing in the community. People would start saying he was on the verge of bankruptcy. And so my brother decided to sell everything.
How much did they get for it, out of curiosity?
One billion seven hundred and fifty million lire. By the end of the month they no longer had anything, just Salva- tores pension.
Another thing, also out of curiosity, sorry. Do you know how Antonio reacted, when he was given less than the sum hed asked for?
But he got the two million hed asked for!
Who made up the difference?
Do I really have to say?
Yes.
I did, the doctor said reluctantly.
And what happened next?
After the three months had gone by, Giulia asked her brother if he could pay back the loan, at least in part. Antonio asked her if they could delay it a week. Mind you, they had nothing in writing: no agreements, no promissory notes, nothing. The only document was a receipt for the two hundred fifty million lire my brother had insisted on giving me. Four days later,Antonio was indicted for a variety of things, including corruption of a public official, fraudulent balance sheets, and so on. After five months had passed, Giulia, whod been wanting to send Susanna to an exclusive boarding school in Florence, asked again for some of the money back, only to have Antonio reply rudely that this was not the right time for it. And so Susanna stayed here to study. Well, in short, the right time never came.
Are you telling me those two billion lire were never repaid?
Precisely. Antonio beat the rap at his trial, quite probably because hed managed to get rid of the incriminating documents, but one of his businesses mysteriously went bankrupt. Then, by some sort of domino effect, his other businesses all met the same end. Everybody got screwed: creditors, suppliers, employees, everyone. Whats more, his wife caught the gambling bug and lost incredible sums of cash. Then, three years ago, Giulia and Antonio had a terrible row, after which they stopped speaking to one another. That was when Giulia first got sick. She no longer wanted to
live. And, as Im sure you understand, it wasnt simply a mat
ter of money.
Hows Antonios business doing now?
Splendidly. Two years ago he got his hands on some new capital. Personally, I think the bankruptcies were all staged, and in reality he illegally transferred his money abroad. Then, with the new law, he brought it back in, paid his percentage, and put his affairs in orderlike all the other crooks who did the same thing, once the law legalized what had once been illegal. Now, because of the earlier bankruptcies, all his businesses are in his wifes name. As for us, I repeat: We havent seen a cent.
Whats Antonios surname?
Peruzzo. Antonio Peruzzo.
Montalbano knew that name. Fazio had mentioned it when reporting the phone call from a former administrative employee at Peruzzos whod wanted to remind Susannas father that too much pride was a bad thing. It was all starting to make sense.
You do realize, the doctor went on, that Giulias illness complicates the present situation.
In what way?
A mother is always a mother.
Whereas a father is only sometimes a father? the inspector retorted brusquely, feeling slightly irritated by the clich
I meant that with Susannas life in danger, if Giulia werent so sick, she wouldnt have hesistated a second to ask Antonio for help.
And you think your brother wont?
Salvatore has a lot of pride.
The same word the former Peruzzo employee used.
So you think theres no way he would ever give in?
My God, no way, I cant say. Maybe, if put under enough pressure . . .
Like receiving one of his daughters ears in the mail?
Hed said it on purpose. The whole manner in which the doctor had set about telling the story had put his nerves on edge. The man acted like he had nothing to do with any of it, even though hed personally thrown in two hundred and fifty million lire. He only got upset when Susannas name was mentioned. This time, however, the doctor gave such a start that Montalbano could feel it in the bench they were sitting on, which shook a little.
Would they go so far?
They could go even farther than that, if they want.
Hed succeeded in rousing the doctor. In the wan light filtering out the living rooms French doors, he saw him reach into his pocket, pull out a handkerchief, and wipe his brow. What he needed to do now was to pry open the chink hed opened in Carlo Mistrettas armor.
Im going to tell it to you straight, Doctor. The way things stand right now, we havent the slightest idea who the kidnappers are or where theyre keeping Susanna prisoner. Not even a vague idea, despite the fact that weve found your nieces helmet and backpack. Did you know wed found them?
No, this is the first Ive heard of it.
A long, deep silence ensued. Because Montalbano was waiting for the doctor to ask a question. A natural question that
any other person would have asked. The doctor, however, didnt open his mouth. So the inspector decided to go on.
If your brother doesnt take the initiative, the kidnappers could take that as a sign that hes not willing to cooperate.
What can we do?
Try to persuade your brother to make some overture to Antonio.
That wont be easy.
Tell him that otherwise youll have to make the overture yourself. Or is it too hard for you, too?
Well, yes, its very difficult for me too, you know. But certainly not as hard as it is for Salvatore.
He stood up stiffly.
Shall we go back inside?
I think Id like to get a little more air.
Well, Im going in. Ill go see how Giulias doing, and if Salvatores awake, which I doubt, Ill tell him what you said to me. If not, Ill tell him tomorrow morning. Good night.
Montalbano didnt have the time to finish a cigarette before he saw the doctors silhouette come out of the living room, slip into his SUV, and drive off.
Apparently Salvatore hadnt been awake and the doctor hadnt been able to talk to him.
The inspector got up and went into the house. Fazio was reading a newspaper, Minutolo had his head buried in a novel, and the uniformed policeman was looking at a travel magazine.
Sorry to disrupt the quiet contemplation of your reading group, said Montalbano. Then, turning to Minutolo, I need to talk to you.
They withdrew into a corner of the room, and the inspector told him everything hed learned from the doctor.
While driving home, he glanced at his watch. Christ, was it late! Surely Liviad already gone to bed. So much the better, because if she was still up, the usual squabble, sure as death, was bound to break out. He opened the door gently. The house was dark, but the outside light on the veranda was on. And there was Livia, in a heavy sweater, sitting on the bench in front of half a glass of wine.
Montalbano bent down to kiss her.
Forgive me.
She returned his kiss. The inspector heard singing in his head. There would be no quarrel tonight. Livia, however, seemed melancholy.
Did you stay home waiting for me?
No. Beba called and told me Mimas in the hospital. So I went to see him.
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A sudden pang of jealousy. Absurd, of course, but he couldnt help it. Could Livia be melancholy because Mimay in a hospital bed?
How is he? Hes got two broken ribs. Theyre discharging him to
morrow. Hell have to take care of himself at home. Have you eaten? Yes, I couldnt wait any longer, said Livia, getting up. Where are you going? Im going to warm up some No, thats all right. Ill get some stuff from the fridge. He returned with a dish covered with green and black
olives an
d Ragusan caciocavallo. In his other hand, a glass and a bottle of wine. The bread hed slipped under his arm. He sat down. Livia gazed at the sea.
I cant stop thinking about that girl who was kidnapped, she said without turning, and something you said to me the first time we talked about it.
In a way, Montalbano felt reassured. Livias melancholy was not for Mimut for Susanna. What did I say?
That the day she was kidnapped, she went to her boyfriends apartment to make love.
So?
But you told me that normally it was always the boy who had to ask; whereas that day, Susanna herself took the initiative.
What does that mean, in your opinion?
That maybe she had a premonition of what was going to happen.
Montalbano said nothing. He didnt believe in premonitions, prophetic dreams, or things of that nature.
After a brief silence, Livia asked:
Are you getting anywhere?
Just two hours ago, I had neither compass nor sextant.
And now youve got both?
Thats what Im hoping.
He began telling her what hed learned. When hed finished speaking, Livia looked puzzled.
I really dont see what conclusions you can draw from the story this Dr. Mistretta told you.
No conclusions at all, Livia. But it provides many starting points, many indications that I didnt have before.
Such as?
Such as the factand Im convinced of thisthat they wanted to kidnap not the daughter of Salvatore Mistretta but the niece of Antonio Peruzzo. Hes the one with the dough. And theres no saying she was kidnapped only for the ransom money; theres also the revenge motive. When Peruzzo went bankrupt, he must have messed up many peoples lives. And the kidnappers strategy is to drag Antonio Peruzzo slowly into the middle of this. Slowly, so that nobody
realizes that they wanted to get to him from the start. Whoever organized this kidnapping knew what had happened between Antonio and his sister; they knew that Antonio was beholden to the Mistrettas, and that, as Susannas godfather, he was responsible . . .
He trailed off, wanting to bite his tongue. Livia cast a placid glance at him; she looked like an angel.
Why dont you continue? Did you suddenly remember that you yourself want to become the godfather at the baptism of a criminals son, and that you may soon have some serious responsibilities of your own?
Can we please drop that subject?
No, I think we should explore it.
They explored it, squabbled, made peace, and went to bed.
At three twenty-seven and forty seconds, times mechanism jammed again. But this time the clack sounded far away, and only half woke him up.
It was as if the inspector had spoken to crows. (Indeed, people in Vig and environs believe that to those who can understand them, these black birds, garrulous creatures that they are, communicate the latest news on the doings of human beings, since they have a clear viewa birds-eye view, in factof the whole.) What happened was that around ten oclock the following morning, when Montalbano was in his office, the bomb exploded. Minutolo called.
Do you know whats up at TeleVig?
No. Why?
Theyve interrupted all their programming. Theres only
a notice saying that in ten minutes theres going to be a special
edition of the news.
I guess theyre acquiring a taste for it.
He hung up and rang Nicolto.
Whats this business about a special news broadcast at TeleVig?
I dont know anything about it.
Have the kidnappers got back in touch with you?
No. But since we gave them no satisfaction last time . . .
The inspector went to the cafear the station. The television was on, displaying a notice for the upcoming broadcast. Some thirty people had gathered round, also awaiting the special edition. Apparently word had spread fast. The notice then disappeared, and the TeleVig News logo appeared, with the words Special Edition underneath. When all this disappeared, the chicken-ass face of Pippo Ragonese appeared.
Dear viewers, about an hour ago, in the morning mail, our editorial offices received a perfectly normal-looking envelope, posted in Vig, with no return address, and with our address written in block letters. Inside was a Polaroid snapshot of Susanna Mistretta, who is being held prisoner. We cannot show it to you because we had it sent immediately to the magistrate conducting the investigation, as it was our legal duty to do. On the other hand, we believe it is our journalistic duty to inform you of this development. Susanna is shown at the bottom of some sort of dry well, wearing a heavy chain around her ankle. She is neither blindfolded nor gagged. She is sitting on the ground, atop some rags, her arms around her knees, and looking up with tears in her eyes. On the back of the photo, also in block letters, are the enigmatic words: To the person concerned.
He paused, and the camera zoomed in on him. A very close close-up. Montalbano had the distinct impression that at any moment a nice warm egg might come out of Ragoneses mouth.
The instant we first learned of the girls kidnapping, our hard-working editorial staff sprang into action. What point was there, we asked ourselves, in kidnapping a girl whose family is in no way able to pay any ransom? Thus we immediately steered our investigation in what turned out to be the right direction.
Like hell you did, asshole! Montalbano said to himself. You immediately fingered the immigrants!
And today weve come up with a name, Ragonese continued, his voice sounding like something out of a horror film. The name of the person who is in a position to pay the ransom demanded. He is not the girls father, but perhaps her godfather. The words on the back of the photo, To the person concerned, are addressed to him. Out of our longstanding and continuous respect for privacy, we wont mention his name. But we implore him to intervene, as he can and must, without any further delay.
Ragoneses face disappeared, and a hush came over the cafMontalbano left and returned to his office. The kidnappers had got what they wanted. Hed barely sat down when Minutolo called again.
Montalbano? The judge just sent me the photo that asshole was talking about. Do you want to see it?
Minutolo was alone in the villas living room. Wheres Fazio?
He went into town. He had to go sign something for some bank account of his, Minutolo replied, handing him the photo.
Wheres the envelope?
Forensics kept it.
The photo looked a bit different from the way Ragonese had described it. First of all, it was obvious she was not in a well, but in some sort of cement vat or cistern a good ten feet deep. It clearly hadnt been used for a long time, because on the left-hand side there was a long crack that started at the very top and ran about a foot and half downward, growing wider at the end.
Susanna was in the position hed described, but she wasnt crying. On the contrary. In her expression Montalbano noticed a determination even stronger than hed seen in the other photo. She was sitting not on rags, but on an old mattress. And there was no chain around her ankle. Ragonese had made it up, no doubt to add color. In any case, never in a million years could the girl escape on her own. Beside her, but almost outside the frame, were a dish and a plastic glass. She was wearing the clothes shed had on when she was abducted.
Has her father seen this?
Are you kidding? Not only have I not let him see the photo, I havent let him watch TV. I told the nurse not to let him out of his room.
Did you inform the uncle?
Yes, but he said he couldnt come for another two hours.
As he asked his questions, the inspector kept looking at the photograph.
Theyre probably keeping her in a rainwater cistern thats no longer in use, said Minutolo.
Out in the country?
Well, yes. They probably used to have these kinds of tanks here in town, but now I dont think its very likely. Anyway, shes not gagged. She could scream if she wanted to. If she was in some inhabited area, people would hear her.
Shes also not wearing a blindfold, for that matter.
That doesnt mean anything, Salvo. They could put on ski masks when they go visit her.
They must have used a ladder to put her down there, said Montalbano. Which they lower whenever she needs to come up. And they probably feed her by lowering a basket on a rope.
If were in agreement, then, said Minutolo, Ill ask the commissioner to intensify the searches across the countryside. Especially around farmhouses. The photo, at least, was good for one thing: We know now shes not being held in a cave.
Montalbano was about to hand back the photograph, but changed his mind and continued to study it carefully.
Something not look right to you?
The light, replied Montalbano.
They probably just put a lamp down there.
Okay. But not just any lamp.
Youre not going to tell me they used a floodlight!
No. They used one of those lights that mechanics use . . . You know, when they need to look at a motor in a garage . . . One of those with a long cord ...See these regular lines of shadow that intersect? Theyre a projection of the broad-mesh screen that protects the lightbulb.
And so?
But thats not the light that doesnt look right to me. There must be some other light source, because its casting a shadow on the rim across from it. See? The person taking the photo is not standing on the edge, but beside it, and hes leaning forward to take the shot of Susanna below. This means that the sides of the cistern are quite thick and slightly above ground level. To cast this sort of shadow, the man taking the snapshot must have some kind of light behind him. But, mind you, if it was an intense light, the shadow would be deeper and more sharply defined.
I dont see what youre getting at.
There was an open window behind the photographer.
So?
So does it seem logical to you for them to photograph a kidnapped girl with the window open and not put a gag on her?
But that merely confirms my hypothesis! Theyre holding her at some godforsaken country farmhouse, and she can scream all she wants! Nobody will hear her, even with all the windows open!
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