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I gave no further signs of being mentally unbalanced. We finished going over the file, and Consuelo went back to her office. A short while later, a little earlier than we had agreed, Caterina arrived. Pasquale poked his head into my office and asked if he should send in the young lady now or have her wait until the time scheduled for her appointment. I told him to send her in, of course, even though her failure to be punctual annoyed me ever so slightly.
“I’m a little early. I can wait. By the way, I realized that I”—she hemmed and hawed here, uncertain whether to stick with the informal tu or go back to the stiff formal lei—“used the informal with you on the phone,” she said, as she made herself comfortable in the seat across from my desk. “Maybe that was overly familiar.”
“No worries. I’m done with what I was working on, and be as familiar as you like.”
No worries? Listen to yourself, Guerrieri. Have you lost your mind? After “no worries,” there are just three more steps—“just a sec,” “irregardless,” and “you and I” as the object of a transitive verb. After that, you’re well on your way down the road to hell that’s paved with slipshod grammar, where you’ll end up in the infernal circle of the murderers of language.
“I had a couple of errands to run, and I got them done earlier than I expected, so I thought I’d drop by. If you were still busy, I figured I could just wait.”
I nodded, forcing myself to look at her face and not at the white, menswear-style shirt, extensively unbuttoned, that she was wearing under a black leather jacket. I am inclined to imagine that my expression was not the most intelligent.
“So you told me on the phone that Nicoletta didn’t want to get involved. Is that really how she put it?”
“Yes, that’s what she said. She was pretty worked up.”
“But why? What’s she afraid of?”
“That I can’t say. I figured it might not be a good idea to press her about it on the phone. It seemed to me that if I wanted to help you, my first job was to convince her to agree to meet with you. Then you could ask her everything directly, yourself.”
“And was it her idea for you to be present?”
Before answering, Caterina brushed her hair off her forehead and tilted her head back slightly.
“She didn’t ask, and I didn’t suggest it. What I mean is, we talked, and I could tell that she was feeling uncomfortable, and the idea just kind of came to me that I should be there when you meet.”
There was something about what Caterina was saying and the way she was saying it that I couldn’t pin down, something I couldn’t quite get into focus, that made me slightly uncomfortable. I felt as if something were out of place in the scene, but I couldn’t identify what it was. As if the situation was eluding my control.
“So how did you leave things with her?”
“I told her we’d come down to Rome, that we’d all meet, that you’d ask her a few questions, and that basically it wouldn’t be much of a time commitment.”
“Did she ask you what kind of questions I have?”
“I told her what you asked me, because I figured you’d ask her the same things.”
Evidently, we’d have to do what she’d already decided and planned out. Almost without realizing it, I decided that I’d have to take care of making the reservations and buying the plane tickets myself. I certainly couldn’t ask Pasquale, much less Maria Teresa, to do it. The very idea of the red-faced explanations I’d have to give struck me as intolerable. I decided to use a different travel agency than the one we usually went to, in order to avoid any questions. I was caught up in a whirl of paranoid scheming. Caterina broke into my thoughts.
“So, in the meantime, have you talked to anyone else? Have you uncovered anything?”
“Uncovered might not be exactly the right word. I’m checking out some ideas I have about the role that drugs might have played, though I can’t say where that’s leading.”
“What do you mean, checking out some ideas?”
“Well, I’m a lawyer. I have some contacts, so I’m asking around a little bit.”
“You mean you’re talking to drug dealers?” asked Caterina, putting both hands on my desk and leaning toward me. I was about to tell her about Quintavalle, when it occurred to me that it might not be a good idea to go into too much detail.
“Like I said, I’m asking around, here and there, to see if anything interesting turns up.”
Caterina stayed there for a few seconds, leaning against my desk, looking at me. I thought I saw a gleam in her eye, and I guessed that she was about to press for more information, and in that instant I understood that she had decided to use me. To discover what had happened to her friend, I told myself. That idea gave me an unusual sensation, which I tried to decipher but couldn’t. Long seconds tiptoed past before she broke the silence.
“So what are we going to do? I don’t have anything scheduled in the next few days, so as far as I’m concerned we can go to Rome tomorrow, if you want.”
“I have an important hearing tomorrow that I can’t miss. The day after tomorrow, though, we could go.”
“How should we get there?”
“Well, I’d say it’s best to fly, if we have to go and come back on the same day. We can fly up first thing in the morning, meet with Nicoletta, and then fly back in the evening—we can catch the last flight. Of course, I’ll take care of the tickets and any other expenses.”
“Well, we don’t necessarily have to do the whole trip in one day. I’ll call Nicoletta and ask her when we can arrange the meeting. Depending on when she’s free, we can decide when to leave and whether we’re going to stay overnight in Rome.”
Her tone of voice was very calm and relaxed, the tone of someone who’s just organizing a routine business trip. And yet the idea that we might have to stay overnight in Rome, together, took my breath away.
Caterina tried calling Nicoletta, but her phone must have been turned off, so she sent her a text message.
“If it’s all right with you, as soon as Nicoletta gets back to me, I’ll call you and let you know what she says, and then we can decide.”
“But don’t you have … somebody?” I realized that I was struggling to find the right words, and it made me feel suddenly old and somehow inadequate.
“What do you mean, a boyfriend, a guy?”
“Yes.”
“Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know, it just occurred to me, when I thought about the fact that we’re planning a trip, that … well, it seemed …”
I realized that I was floundering. She noticed it, too, and did nothing to help me out of my difficulties. Quite the contrary. A smile came to her lips that at first glance might have seemed gentle and good-natured, but it really wasn’t. Not at all. She lowered her voice imperceptibly.
“Are you thinking of trying to seduce me in Rome? Should I be worried?”
I staggered for a second, the way a boxer does when he incautiously lowers his gloves and a solid right hook catches him full in the face. I even felt a faint blush redden my cheeks, and I realized that after all was said and done, I was still the same incompetent fuck-up I had been thirty years earlier, in that supermarket.
“Why not? We’d be a storybook couple, you and me. In fact, I was thinking of getting a ring and asking you to marry me.”
A very weak little routine, but I had to find some way of regaining my footing, and fast.
“I was asking because your boyfriend, if you have one, might not be that happy about you flying somewhere with another man, especially a man much older than you.”
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
She leaned back in her chair and shrugged before answering.
“Well, relationships start and then they end. My last relationship ended a while ago, and for now I’m not looking for a replacement. At least not anything permanent. Let’s just say that I’m on hiatus. Though of course that doesn’t mean that I spend my evenings at home reading books in bed.”
Then, as if she’d just remembered that she had something to do, she gripped both the chair arms and pushed herself to her feet.
“As soon as I hear from Nicoletta and we make an appointment for the day after tomorrow, I’ll call you. That way you can make all the arrangements for our trip.”
“Okay,” I said, standing up myself and walking around my desk to escort her to the door.
I reached out to shake her hand and, with a perfectly timed move, she leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Delicate, innocent. So innocent that it made me shiver.
After she left, I tried to get back to work.
I wasn’t very successful, and before I knew it I found myself following a distracting tangent of free—although thoroughly predictable—associations. I wondered which hotel I should choose, if it became necessary to spend the night in Rome. Obviously, I would reserve two separate rooms, that went without saying. Then I decided that—although I would of course act like a perfect gentleman, not like a dirty old man—it might even be fun to spend an evening with a pretty young woman. If my professional obligations happened to offer an evening’s entertainment, that was hardly a crime. After all, she was no minor. Maybe I could take her to a nice restaurant, a place with a good selection of wines. That was hardly the same as jumping her bones. Trying to get her into bed hadn’t even crossed my mind. “I’m not that kind of guy,” I said out loud. I felt a tingling sensation in my legs as my nose quickly began to grow.