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‘No! Why should it?’
‘She didn’t paint any Titian copies for you?’
Farina’s tone was biting. ‘No, she didn’t. I’ve never heard of the woman.’
‘The killer tried to skin her too—’
‘In Tokyo!’ she snapped. ‘Seraphina di Fattori was killed in Venice, Sally Egan died in London, and your woman’s been murdered in Tokyo. If it’s the same killer, I hope he’s collecting air miles.’
He ignored the sarcasm, deciding on his next tactic. Perhaps it was the ploy he should have used from the begi
‘There have been three murders since the painting re-emerged. My God, it makes you think. I mean, I’ve always had a fascination with the dark side, but this is way beyond anything I’ve ever come across before. Perhaps the picture’s really got some kind of power.’
‘You think?’
‘Maybe it is bad luck.’
She had already seen through the ruse.
‘Bullshit, Jobo! You can’t put me off it so easily. If the killings are co
‘How?’
‘Look on the internet, stupid. Since last night there’s been a whole website devoted to Angelico Vespucci, the infamous Skin Hunter.’
‘I haven’t seen it!’
She carried on blithely. ‘Anybody that interested would have heard about the painting. I bet some nutter’s devoted their life to Vespucci and the re-discovery of the portrait’s triggered him off.’
‘To murder?’
‘Why not?’ she countered.
‘But why?’ Jobo persisted. ‘What would be the reason? How would he pick his victims? And why them?’
‘Goodness, Jobo,’ she said snidely. ‘I’d have thought that you of all people would have a theory. Of course you could always ask your friends in your private gallery.’ She laughed, knowing she was making him cringe. ‘Have a word with them, why don’t you? Or are you still hoping the Angelico Vespucci will end up side by side with all your other freaks?’
Breathing in, Jobo steadied himself before he spoke. ‘You can laugh now, Farina, but I’ll get that painting! It might take me a while, but I’ll get it.’
‘Really?’ she countered, her tone amused. ‘You’ll have to kill me first.’
24
Within minutes of Triumph’s departure, Gaspare had told Nino everything that had transpired. He listened expressionless, then whistled softly between his teeth.
‘Mr Jones is too clever by half.’
Nodding, Gaspare climbed back into the hospital bed, pulling the blanket over him. He seemed chilled, taking off his glasses and laying them on the bedside table. To Nino’s surprise there was a rosary he had never seen before, lying beside Gaspare’s newspaper. The beads were spread out, the silver cross dangling over the edge of the table, swinging gently and throwing a sombre shadow on the wall behind.
‘Are you all right?’
The dealer nodded. ‘Just tired. Triumph Jones exhausted me. All that plotting, all that trouble, just to make himself even more important. And look what it cost him. He’s now responsible for two murders.’
‘Three.’
Expressionless, Gaspare stared at Nino. It was almost as though he had expected the words. That he had already heard them and absorbed the shock.
‘Where?’
‘Narita International airport, Tokyo,’ Nino explained. ‘A woman called Harriet Forbes was stabbed and partially ski
Reaching for his rosary, Gaspare fingered the beads. ‘How far have you got with Joh
‘About halfway through.’
‘Any help?’
‘Yeah, they’re giving me background information. But I’ll know more when I’ve finished them.’
‘Come across the scapegoat? The man who took the suspicion off Vespucci?’
‘No, nothing on him,’ Nino replied. ‘Even Joh
Not for the first time Nino wondered about Ravenscourt. If someone was copying The Skin Hunter, was it him? He had seemed benign – but was that an act? He certainly had the physical size to overpower and mutilate his victims. And the money and means to do so in private. Was he actually abetting and paying Nino in order to keep close to him? Having put him on a retainer, Joh
‘Talk to me.’
Nino looked up. ‘Sorry, I was thinking. I want to find out everything about the victims, the three women who’ve been killed. I know about Seraphina, but nothing about the other two. I should talk to their families, their friends.’
‘But not the police.’
‘No,’ Nino agreed. ‘Not the police. They can do their own inquiries, and I’ll do mine.’
Gaspare was reaching into his locker, rummaging for something. ‘You’ll need money. I’ll write you a cheque.’
‘I’m OK—’
‘You can’t be – you’re broke. Let me help – you’re doing this for me.’ The old man paused, alerted as he saw the expression on Nino’s face. ‘What is it?’
‘Joh
‘And you took it?’
‘Of course I took it!’ Nino exclaimed. ‘You haven’t got money to throw around, Gaspare. I need travel money, expenses—’
‘Not from him! You’ve just said he could be involved in the murders.’
‘I know I did, but think about it. If I pull out now, refuse to take his money and work for him, it will look suspicious. If Ravenscourt is guilty, I need him to trust me, not suspect me.’
Gaspare looked away, his tone edgy.
‘I shouldn’t have involved you in this. It was selfish of me – I didn’t think it through. I just wanted to know what happened to Seraphina and I was pleased that you wanted to help.’ He glanced back at Nino, his expression anxious. ‘But it’s getting too dangerous now. Three women are dead. And you’re involved with Ravenscourt.’
‘What about Tom Morgan?’ Nino teased him, trying to break the tension. ‘You haven’t forgotten about him, have you?’
‘Nino—’
‘I called Morgan this morning. Strange man, hyped up, always on the defensive. Apparently he was questioned by the Venetian police again yesterday, but not held or charged. Interpol are involved, and the British police, but they couldn’t hold Morgan.’
Despite himself, Gaspare’s attention was caught. ‘So he could have killed the women?’
‘He’s not supposed to leave the city, but as the police haven’t taken his passport, yes, he could have killed them,’ Nino said. ‘But I’ve no idea where Joh
‘But why would he give you his research?’
‘Maybe he wants an audience. The story’s all over the news – maybe he’s getting a vicarious pleasure from it. Maybe he wants to tempt fate, see if I can work it out.’ Nino thought for a moment. ‘Now I think about it, he came out of the blue and asked to talk to me. He said that he’d heard someone had hired me to investigate Seraphina’s death, but he never explained how he knew about me. I didn’t think about it at the time, but it’s strange. After all, it’s not my usual line of work, is it?’