Michael Morley - Spider

'Born in the USA,' they sang together, badly.

'Happy American Independence Day, Mrs King,' said Giuseppe. 'Please to blow out the candle and make the wish.'

'We didn't know the words to your national anthem,' explained Paolo, 'but we do know some Bruce Springsteen, yes, Giuseppe?'

Nancy applauded them both and blew out the candle. 'Thank you. Thank you so much,' she said, feeling genuinely touched by what they'd done.

'Get a knife,' Paolo instructed the kitchen boy. 'We will have a small piece with our drink, and you too, Giuseppe.'

'Wait a minute,' said Nancy. 'Before you cut it, let me get my camera from upstairs. I have to take a picture to show Jack what you made.'

'Actually, it is what Gio made,' corrected Paolo, referring to their pastry chef, as she hurried back to the house for her Sony Cybershot. 'He is sorry he could not stay, but his baby, it is sick back home.'

Nancy was still smiling as she bounded up the stairs. She slowed down to a quiet stride as she stepped past Zack's door, and then flicked on a light and entered her own bedroom.

What she saw next sucked the breath from her lungs.

Standing by her dressing table, a flashlight in one hand, and something heavy, square and black in the other, was a large masked man.

Marine Park, Brooklyn, New York The digital clocks in Spider's empty bedroom set off a series of technological events of greater and lesser importance. Lights downstairs in the lounge and kitchen turn off. Softer lighting upstairs in the en-suite bathroom comes on, security lights outside continue to shine brightly, and downstairs the sound-proofed basement is plunged into absolute darkness.

Lu Zagalsky had been terrified the first time the lights had gone out. Her heart had tried to crack through her ribcage and make a run for it. The darkness seemed alive with some slithering, satanic shape that somehow felt out her face and tried to smother her, tried to suck and swallow her into the endless blackness. Now, though, she's almost grateful for the dark. The pain from her broken nose is nearly bearable, but her eyes feel as though they've had acid poured in them. Lu's thirst is ferocious. There isn't anything on earth she wouldn't do for a single glass of water. She'd heard somewhere that you could survive a long time without food, but you still had to have water. What she didn't know of course was that one day she would get to find out first hand exactly how long that survival would be. Lu is comforted by the fact that she's almost completely got over the hunger pains that were so severe for the first day after he left her. Now, she isn't hungry at all. Sadly, it's nothing she should be pleased with. After two days without food, sensors in either the gastrointestinal tract or in the mesenteric veins that drain the gut, send signals to the brain killing off the hunger pains and shutting down the digestive system. Lu's body is starting to do what will probably be irreparable damage to itself. It is starting to eat itself.

The lights in the basement come on again and her eyes burn with pain as she blinks into the brightness above her head. Upstairs, another digital clock triggers another device. A recording machine is activated.

The cameras around her start to pan, zoom and focus.

A digital hard drive whirrs into action to capture what Spider is sure will be the last hours of Lu Zagalsky's life.

San Quirico D'Orcia, Tuscany Nancy King ducked as the stranger threw the flashlight at her. It missed, shattering into several pieces as it crashed into the wall behind her head. She screamed as he pushed his way past her and thundered down the stairs and out into the dimly lit garden.

'Paolo! Giuseppe, help!' she shouted from the bedroom window. 'Stop him! Stop him!'

Paolo whirled around from the table where he was slicing up the cake, just in time to see the heavy-set figure dressed in black burst into the garden area.

The intruder spotted the two men, and saw the knife in Paolo's hand. He stopped so quickly that he slipped on the damp grass, then, scrambling to his feet, ran straight into the back door of the kitchen. For one moment Paolo thought about throwing the knife at him, but then dropped it and gave chase.

The masked man bolted from the kitchen, through the restaurant and down the hotel's narrow corridors, barging guests aside, as they abandoned the last of their drinks to see what all the commotion was. The corridors automatically guided him to reception, where Maria made a brave attempt to hold him up by raising a chair in front of him to block his way. Grabbing the other end, he pushed her into the wall and escaped through the front door as she slumped to the ground like a rag doll.

Maria was crying in pain and holding her stomach by the time Paolo appeared in reception. He had no choice but to give up the chase and check she was all right. 'Are you okay? Stay still, Maria, show me what hurts.'

'My stomach,' she said. 'My stomach and my ribs, they hurt like crazy. What happened?'

Giuseppe and Nancy arrived seconds later, followed by several guests.

'It's okay, folks. Please don't be alarmed,' said Nancy, flapping her hands at them. 'We seem to have had a nasty incident but it's all over now. Please go back to the dining room and allow us to sort things out here. Thanks for your help.' She shut the connecting door from the reception to the rest of the hotel and joined the others as they helped Maria to her feet.

'Are you all right, Maria? Did he hurt you?' asked Nancy.

'I am okay, Mrs King, I think,' said the receptionist, still tearful. 'I picked up that chair to try to stop him with it, but he, he just knock me over and run away.'

'Sit down,' said Paolo. 'Have a drink of water, and get your breath back.'

Giuseppe grabbed a carafe of water from behind the reception desk and poured a glass.

Nancy stood for a moment biting her nails, taking stock of what had happened. It was at times like this that she missed having Jack around. Paolo and Giuseppe had been wonderful in chasing the intruder off, but if Jack had been here, well, by now the guy would have been wishing he'd picked any other hotel in Italy to burgle.

'Shall I call the police, or will you call Signor King?' asked Paolo.

'Ring the Polizia or the carabinieri,' answered Nancy. 'Jack has bigger things to worry about; I don't want to bother him with something like this.'

Paolo made the call and talked for so long that Nancy thought he'd discussed the case with every member of staff at the station. Maria gradually recovered and insisted there was nothing wrong with her other than some bruising to her tummy. She took consolation from the fact that it would be a terrific story to tell on television when she got to run for Miss Italy. Nancy thanked all of them for their efforts and promised that she wouldn't forget their support when it came to pay-packet time.

Giuseppe offered to run Maria home in his car and as they left Nancy wondered whether she could detect the first flicker of something more than just friendship between the two. Paolo volunteered to stay the night when he found out that the police couldn't send anyone until the following morning, but Nancy wouldn't hear of it. Nevertheless, he did a final check around the hotel before he left on his scooter, its rusted exhaust making such a noise that it set off dogs barking at a farmhouse almost half a mile away.

Nancy went upstairs and got ready for bed. She scrubbed her teeth and put paste out for Jack, forgetting for a second that he wasn't there. Then she went in Zack's room and scooped up her sleeping toddler in her arms. She carried him into her darkened bedroom and laid him down gently in the cool bed. She was doing it partly to make sure he was safe, but also, if she were honest, because she needed the comfort of him next to her.