David Hewson - The Sacred Cut

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For the first time in decades The Eternal City is paralysed by a blizzard. And a gruesome discovery is made in the Pantheon – one of Rome 's most ancient and revered architectural treasures. Covered by softly falling snow is the body of a young woman – her back horribly mutilated…But before Nic Costa and Gianni Peroni of the Questura can begin a formal investigation the US Embassy has brought in its own people, FBI Agents who want the case closed down as quickly and discreetly as possible. But Costa is determined to find out why the enquiry is so sensitive – and as the FBI grudgingly admits that this corpse is not the first, the mutilations of the woman's body point to Leonardo Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man – and to a conspiracy so sinister and buried so deep, that only two people know its true, crazed meaning.

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There was something missing. She knew it too.

“Why?” Nic asked. “If you were in jail that long, why’d you want to prolong the pain?”

“I don’t have the answer to that yet. Maybe Joel Leapman does, but he isn’t telling. You heard him. Publicly he’s just sticking to the line that Kaspar’s insane. But listen to the tone of some of their messages. You said it yourself. They’re offering this guy a lifeline. This sounds stupid, but I think in some way they still regard him as a hero. It’s the only thing that makes sense. Otherwise, why send an FBI unit and God knows who else here? Why not just leave it to you people to clean up all the crap?”

“He doesn’t trust Leapman,” Costa suggested. “Or anyone.”

“I know. Maybe he really is just plain crazy. Until we get the chance to ask him there’s no way of telling. Hell, if I’d known this last night I would have asked. Perhaps that’s all it needs. You just have to leech the wound.”

Costa didn’t like the idea one bit. “I don’t think that’s your job.”

“You could be right,” she agreed hesitantly. “But someone’s got to do it. Bill Kaspar has some entire messy chapter of history running around and around in his head, and until we understand that we get nowhere. I went back over the names of his victims again this afternoon. Most of them just don’t exist, but those that do have some interesting histories. The second victim was an executive with a private oil-distribution service. He’d worked in Iraq before the war. One of the women had been attached to the US embassy in Tehran for a while, civilian contract supposedly. It’s obvious, isn’t it? They’re just the kind of people who could be involved in this kind of covert activity. One way or another they got out and he didn’t. Now he’s back and he’s killing his old comrades. One by one. And I don’t think he’s done.”

The doubt must have been obvious in Nic’s face.

“You have a problem with that?” she asked.

“Yes. Why the hell did Laura Lee or whoever she was come here to Rome in the first place? Surely she must have known. And how did he track down all these people?”

“He’s a professional, remember? It’s what he does. You’ve got to see him close up to understand that, Nic. He must have been something. Maybe that’s what’s eating him up. Knowing he failed.”

“It doesn’t answer the question about her. If she knew, why would she deliberately put herself in danger?”

“I can give you one simple reason,” Emily replied with a grim certainty. “Because she didn’t have a choice. She’s still in the service. Leapman made her come to Rome, just as he made me. We were both bait. She got unlucky. Kaspar took her from straight under Leapman’s nose, snatched her out of his grip and carved her up. No wonder Leapman’s running around like a bear with a sore head. Imagine what his boss is saying right now.”

Costa could. Men like Leapman attracted their own kind. Someone kicked down on him. He kicked down in return.

“Are you with me so far?” she asked.

“I think so. But what do you want me to do?”

“You’ve done it. I wanted you to listen. I was sort of half-hoping you’d tell me I was crazy.”

“You are crazy. Just not about this.”

“Thank you, Mr. Costa,” she said primly, then closed her eyes and gently let her head slip down onto the back of the sofa. “Jesus, I feel as if I could sleep for a million years. And, maybe, when I wake up all of this could be gone, just a bad dream.”

She was close enough for him to smell her hair. A part of him wanted to reach out and touch a shining, golden strand, know what it felt like under his fingers.

“I don’t know what the hell to do,” she said in a quiet, half-scared voice. “Aside from not dreaming.”

He looked at the wine bottle. It was just about gone.

“I am going to find us something to eat,” he said. “Then…”

It was just a glance, he told himself. Just an expression in her eyes.

“… we sleep on it.”

She’d moved against him, just enough for him to feel her shoulder against his. He hadn’t meant it that way. Not consciously.

The blue eyes fixed him. Nic Costa felt lost in them. She looked grateful. Sharing the burden of doubts had helped her, brought the two of them closer. A brief smile flickered on her face. She was very close. On another occasion, under different circumstances…

He stirred uncomfortably on the sofa, looking for something to divert the way the night was moving.

“So what the hell is the Scarlet Beast, then?” he asked her.

It worked. There was a flash of delight on her face, an expression he was beginning to recognize, beginning to look forward to.

“First,” she said, pushing aside the bottle, “no more wine. We need all the concentration we’ve got. And food, Mr. Costa. This odd bachelor pad does run to food and water, doesn’t it?”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“Good. There’s just one more secret. And then”-Emily Deacon made a conscious effort to get the words right-“I’m through.”

LAILA WAS HALF YELLING, half pleading, in another language, a musical one quite foreign to him, though he knew somehow what it was. Her own: Kurdish. He’d heard enough of the street immigrants speaking it to be familiar with the odd cadences, half Western, half oriental.

And in his hurting, confused head, Peroni knew what she was saying too.

Please, please, please .

She was a thin, dark figure dancing on her light, light feet in this shadowy hall, pleading for her life from an unseen stranger while the big, burly cop who was supposed to be keeping her safe curled into a pained ball on the stone floor like a damaged child.

Please, please, please .

He tried to stand and the hammer blow of the pistol came down again, dashing him to the stones under a flurry of obscenities.

Laila screamed, louder this time, a noise that might even filter out into the night air through the open eye of the oculus.

No, no, no, no, no .

Then it came to him, with a sudden grim certainty that made him feel more miserable than ever. She wasn’t arguing for her life. She was begging for his. Trying to bargain with this unseen monster to keep away the hurt and that act of final silence.

“Don’t waste your breath, Laila,” he spluttered through bloody lips. “Run. Let this jerk have his fun.”

Then the world was moving. A strong, firm hand gripped him by the collar of his coat, pushed him hard against the wall, into the faint stream of moonlight falling through the oculus.

A powerful guy, Gianni Peroni thought. That was a big load he was throwing around like a sack of potatoes. A big…

Peroni found himself staring into a face that surprised him. It belonged to a man about his own age, clean-shaven, handsome in a sharp-featured way, keenly alert, devoid of emotion. Not the kind of face you expected of a killer, more like that of an academic or a doctor. He was wearing glasses. Maybe it was the odd silver light of the moon, but his skin seemed to have an unnatural tinge to it. Something in his eyes, the engaged, angular line of his mouth, told Peroni it was worth listening just then. The gun pointing straight at his temple helped, too.

“Let the girl go,” Peroni said once more.

The unfeeling, incisive eyes kept boring into him. “What’s she to you? A Kurd?”

“A kid’s a kid,” Peroni answered, tasting the warm trickle in his mouth again.

The man didn’t say anything. The powerful hands grabbed him again, slammed him hard against the wall.

“Don’t struggle,” the man said. “It only hurts more.”

Then he dangled something familiar in front of Peroni’s face as it mushed up against the stonework: a couple of pairs of plastic handcuffs, the sort the cops kept for special occasions.

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