‘Are you sure?’
‘Absolutely sure. The bronze surface is perfectly recognizable. It’s fairly even but a little rough. You can even see where the inscription was photographed. It looks like an NAS warehouse, probably the one in Florence. There’s not much depth behind the slab, but enough to let you see beyond it. I imagine that Balestra noticed something strange about the back of the inscribed slab and decided to try to get a scanned image. So what to the bare eye must have looked like shadows actually came out as lines of writing, thanks to the resolution of the scanning equipment. Look’
Francesca turned on the VCR and played the tape. Fabrizio stared hard at the screen.
‘No. Watch. I’ll show you,’ said Francesca, placing a mirror in front of the screen. As if by magic, a sequence of letters appeared.
‘Latin!’ murmured Fabrizio. ‘I can’t believe it…’
‘Incredible, isn’t it?’ said Francesca, obviously pleased with herself. ‘It’s quite archaic, but it’s Latin for sure. Now you know why he’s kept this so secret. Balestra has the key for translating Etruscan if – as I think – this is the translation of the text on the other side.’
Fabrizio explored the paused image at length. ‘Amazing!’
‘How do you explain it?’ asked Francesca.
‘For some reason, the person inscribing the slab must have made a copy in Latin, probably using a material with a slightly different composition. The two slabs were in contact long enough for the oxidation process to create these differentiated shadows. Balestra really has some incredible equipment. I didn’t realize these things were so sophisticated. He must have paid for it himself. I doubt the NAS would finance-’
‘It’s the same equipment,’ Francesca interrupted him, ‘that discovered that the shadows over the eyes of the man on the Holy Shroud are actually coins which picture the head of Pontius Pilate. Extraordinary work, done using the same machine. Now what are you going to do?’
‘About what?’
‘About this inscription, what else? Nothing that would detract from Balestra’s eventual announcement about its discovery, I hope.’
‘No. I wouldn’t dream of stealing his thunder. The only thing I want to do is figure out what it says. It’s the only way to understand what’s happening here.’
Francesca shook her head. ‘You’re mad as a hatter… How can you possibly think there could be any connection between these murders and… Christ, this stuff happened two thousand four hundred years ago! It’s absolutely impossible.’
‘Last night you didn’t seem so sure about that… The one thing I know is that Sonia’s virtual reconstruction of the skull of the animal in the tomb is identical to the head of the animal we both saw last night.’
‘So? It’s a striking coincidence. That’s all.’
‘No, there is one more thing: an open account from the past always has to be settled. Even after two thousand four hundred years.’
Francesca had no answer for that. Even if she had known what to say, she knew Fabrizio would not listen. His mind was going in other directions.
‘Well, what do you propose we do?’ she asked.
‘Start translating.’
Francesca widened her eyes. ‘We’re not philologists. We’ll never succeed.’
‘I was a pretty good epigraphist before I started studying statues, and we can always get help on the Internet or by asking someone who knows more than we do. Vartena, for instance, or Mario Pecci or even Aldo Prada. Why not? Aldo’s a friend of mine. But we won’t do that unless we’re desperate. First of all, though, let me call Sonia. It’s ages since I’ve talked to her.’
‘Forty-eight hours at the most,’ Francesca said sharply.
‘She’s a friend and she’s doing an awesome job,’ said Fabrizio defensively.
‘About time!’ chirped Sonia’s voice from his mobile phone. ‘Where are you? What have you been up to?’
‘Looking for trouble, as usual. How’s your work going?’
‘Really well. I’m assembling the spinal column and the hindquarters.’
‘As soon as I have a minute I’ll drop in.’
‘Oh, listen… that carabiniere lieutenant came by. He said he’d be getting your car back to you this morning. What, you were so busy smooching you didn’t notice the tow truck dragging you off?’
Fabrizio ignored her comment.
‘Pretty hot, your lieutenant friend.’ Sonia started on a new tack. ‘I wouldn’t mind seeing him again outside the office.’
‘To see how he handles a pistol?’ Fabrizio teased back.
‘You fool,’ concluded Sonia. ‘See you around.’
Fabrizio hung up and went straight to work, using his digital camera to photograph the images on the screen. Then he asked Francesca to drive him home.
‘You could move in here for a while,’ she suggested. We could work on it together. Cook something up when we get hungry…’
Fabrizio hesitated a moment, long enough for her to be offended.
‘Forget it,’ she said. ‘Forget I even said anything.’
‘It’s just that I have everything I need at my house,’ said Fabrizio. ‘A lot of people don’t have my mobile phone and they might leave me messages on the answering machine…’
His voice trailed off as he ran out of lies. In reality, he felt suddenly afraid of staying at Francesca’s house, wary about continuing a relationship that had been too serious from the start. He was not at all sure he could cope. He’d felt strange for quite a while now: out of step, out of place, out of his depth. And he felt indebted to her, which made him uncomfortable. What’s more, he was used to the solitary life, to working on his own. And when he thought of what had happened the night before, and might happen again, he knew it was best to keep her out of it as far as he could.
But he couldn’t help but notice the disappointment in Francesca’s face. ‘Besides, this situation has us all acting crazy. You’d end up hating me, sooner than you think!’ he continued weakly.
The girl shrugged, as if resigned, walked out front and opened the door to the Jeep. ‘Go on, get in,’ she said, then sat behind the wheel and, once he was in, started driving.
Neither spoke for a while, then Fabrizio said, as if thinking aloud, ‘The beast seems to strike all of those who have something to do with the tomb.’ Ringing in his mind were the words of the woman who had threatened him the night before. ‘Or maybe even those who have something to do with the statue in the museum, like me.’ He reflected in silence for a moment, then went on: ‘You’re not in on this threat for the moment and it’s best that you don’t get mixed up in it. I have a lead that I’m following and there’s no reason for both of us to risk our lives. Right?’
Francesca took her eyes off the road for a moment and turned to him. ‘If you love someone you take risks,’ she said. ‘But I understand. I’d feel the same way if I were in your shoes. I imagine you won’t answer if I ask you what lead you’re working on.’
‘No, I can’t. It’s a pretty remote possibility anyway. At least for now.’
‘I thought not,’ she said and asked nothing further.
They got to Fabrizio’s house as the carabinieri were pulling up to return his car. Sergeant Massaro handed him the keys and was joined by Reggiani, who stepped out of his regulation Alfa holding a hunting rifle. He said hello to Francesca, then turned to Fabrizio. ‘Do you have half an hour to talk? Massaro has a few more photos to take at the Montanari house, then hell be back to pick me up.’
‘Of course,’ replied Fabrizio, and turned to Francesca. ‘If you’d both like to come in, I’ll make some coffee.’
Reggiani set his gun in the rack, then sat down with Francesca at the table in the big kitchen as the intense aroma of freshly made coffee filled the room.
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