The Bride of Montefalco. Rebecca WintersЧитать онлайн книгу.
permanently shattered?
The detective eyed her with compassion. “Would you like me to walk you out to your car?”
“No thank you,” she murmured. “I’ll be all right.”
She hurried out of his office and down the hall to the front door of the police station.
Dear God—how was it possible things had ended like this? Nothing was resolved. If anything, she was riddled with new questions.
Her thoughts darted to the woman’s husband. He would have only just learned his wife’s body had been found and identified. Besides months of suffering since her disappearance and now this loss, he had to be wondering about Jim’s importance in Donata’s life.
Wherever the Duc Di Montefalco was at this moment, Ally knew he was in hell.
She could relate…
“Uncle Gino? How come we’re going to stay at your farm for a while?
Rudolfo Giannino Fioretto Di Montefalco, known only to his family and a few close friends as Gino, eyed his eleven-year-old niece through the rearview mirror. The girl sat next to Marcello, Gino’s elder brother.
“Because it’s summer. I thought you and your father would enjoy getting out in nature instead of being cooped up in the palazzo.”
“But what if Mama comes back and we’re not there?”
Gino braced himself. The dreaded moment had come.
He pulled up to the side of the farmhouse. In the dying rays of the sun, the cypress trees formed spokes across the yellowed exterior.
He turned in his seat to make certain Sofia was holding her father’s hand. Since Marcello had been stricken with Alzheimer’s and could no longer talk, it was one of the ways she could express her love and hope to feel his in return.
“I have something to tell you, sweetheart.”
A full minute passed. In that amount of time the color had drained from his niece’s face. “What is it?” she asked in a tremulous voice. The strain of going months without knowing anything about her mother had robbed Sofia of any joie de vivre.
“Sofia, I have some bad news. Your mama, she was in a car accident, and…she died.”
Four months ago in fact, but Gino had only been informed of her death last night. Today he’d been making preparations for Sofia’s move to the country with Marcello.
The details surrounding the tragedy were something neither she nor the trusted staff both at the palazzo and the farmhouse needed to know about.
His gaze took in Sofia’s pain-filled expression. When his news computed, he heard the sobs of an already heartbroken girl who buried her dark brown head against her father’s shoulder.
Marcello looked down at her, not comprehending, not able to comfort his daughter.
Gino felt her sobs from the front seat. Tears welled in his throat. Now that Donata’s body had been found and identified, the nightmare of her disappearance was over. But another one had just begun…
His motherless, already introverted niece was going to need more love and understanding than ever.
As for Gino, once he’d arranged with the priest for a private memorial service away from prying eyes so Sofia could say goodbye to her mother in private, he needed to increase security to protect his family from the press.
Carlo Santi, the region’s top police inspector and one of their family’s best friends was doing his best to stop information from the police department leaking to the various newspapers and media in Rome and elsewhere. But there were those rabid, insatiable vultures from the tabloids who invaded without mercy, always lurking to find something juicy on Gino and his family. It was the price they paid for their title and wealth.
If it weren’t for Carlo running interference for him all these months, the situation could have gotten uglier much sooner.
With the sudden debilitating onset of Marcello’s disease two years ago, Donata’s selfish streak had created havoc in his brother’s marriage, and had damaged their daughter irreparably. In Gino’s opinion, Donata had to have been one of the world’s most insensitive, neglectful wives and mothers on record.
He’d fought hard to protect his brother and niece from the worst of her flaws.
As a result he’d been forced to guard the family secrets with a certain ruthlessness that Donata enjoyed publicizing to anyone who would listen. Her indiscriminate venting had made its way to the press, casting a pall over all their lives, Gino’s in particular. Through innuendo she’d made him out to be the grasping, jealous brother-in-law who wanted her and the title for himself.
The only thing Donata hadn’t ever considered was her own death.
Once the media got wind of the accident that took her life, everything Gino had done to keep family matters private was about to become a public scandal. The fact that an American man close to Donata’s age had been driving the car when they’d been killed provided the kind of fodder to cause a paparazzi frenzy. This kind of story would sell millions of papers with far reaching consequences for Sofia. His niece could be destroyed by the facts, let alone the malicious rumors surrounding them.
Aside from physically removing the two in the back seat to a protected place away from media invasion, there didn’t seem to be a thing in hell he could do about unscrupulous journalists digging up old lies on him in order to sell more newspapers. Since his teens, battling the press had been the story of his life. Now it was about to be the story of Sofia’s, but not if he could help it!
The orchestra conductor put down his baton. “Take a ten minute break. Then we’ll pick up the Brahms at bar 20.”
Thankful for the respite, Ally placed her violin on the seat and filed out of the music hall behind the other members of the string section.
She walked down the corridor where she could be alone and reached in her purse for her cell phone.
She was expecting a call back from her doctor. After the meeting with the detective yesterday, she’d developed a migraine that still hadn’t gone away. To her dismay there was no message from the doctor. Maybe he’d tried her house phone and had left one.
Sure enough when she retrieved her messages, she learned his nurse had called in a prescription for the pain. If she could just get some relief…
Right now nothing seemed real. The hurt of her failed marriage and the circumstances surrounding Jim’s death had gone too deep.
There was one more message, but she’d wait until she got home because the throbbing at the base of her skull refused to let up.
“Ally?” Carol called to her. “Are you all right?”
“I-it’s a migraine giving me grief. Do me a favor and tell the maestro I had to go home, but I’ll be here in the morning for rehearsal.”
The Portland Philharmonic Orchestra’s end of May concert was the day after tomorrow.
“I will. Don’t worry about your violin. I’ll take it home with me and bring it back tomorrow.”
“You’re an angel.”
After getting a drink from the fountain, Ally found the strength to leave the building and head for her car.
Once she’d stopped at the pharmacy where she’d taken one of her pills on the spot, she drove straight home and went to bed with an ice bag across her forehead.
An hour passed before she started to feel a little better. But there was no pill to stop the questions that wouldn’t leave her alone.
For one thing, she wanted to see the place where Jim had died. Her mother hadn’t thought it a good idea because visiting the scene of the accident would be too painful.
But Ally couldn’t