Page 30 of Inferno
‘Sorry,’ she said, seeing the bewildered curiosity on my face. ‘I’m kind of new at this messenger thing.’ Her expression turned sheepish. ‘I’m supposed to just give you something,’ she continued. ‘I’m not really even supposed to talk to you.’
‘Why?’ My pulse kicked into high gear.
‘Oh I don’t know.’ She smiled. ‘In case I tip over and all the family’s secrets come out.’
‘Right,’ I said, understanding perfectly.
‘Anyways, your uncle wants to see you.’
‘Not to be rude,’ I said, ‘but he could have called me and saved you all this running around…’And creepy-ass stalking.
Sara rolled her eyes so intensely her irises practically disappeared. ‘That’s what I said. The last thing I wanted to do was freak you out, but your uncle wanted to be extra careful now that he’s got, like, a thousand hits on him. He was hell-bent on making sure you weren’t running around with—’ she faltered and something dark flittered across her face – ‘with people you shouldn’t be,’ she finished. ‘It’s important that the information reaches you and only you. It can’t leak. At least not yet. I guess this was the only way to ensure that.’
‘I see.’ It all seemed so intense, so clandestine… so dangerous. They didn’t want to shatter the truce yet. They obviously didn’t realize it was already hanging by a thread. Iswallowed hard. I felt like I had my finger in the dam, holding on to a secret that was swelling and swelling. ‘So where is he?’
‘I should go now.’ Sara fished a business card out of her pocket and held it in front of me. ‘Take it,’ she said. ‘Before they fire me!’ She pulled an elaborate mock frown; it dragged at her cheeks, revealing razor-sharp cheekbones. Her eyebrows sank low over her eyes and I was struck then by how familiar she seemed. That expression – I had seen it before.
I gaped at her, forgetting the card hovering between us.
‘What’s the matter?’ She smiled, revealing sharpened canines that spread into a generous display of white teeth.
‘You look…’ I shook my head. ‘You reminded me of someone, is all.’
All the good cheer she had been exuding evaporated in that moment. Her expression soured and she stepped away from me, still holding the card.
‘You insult me,’ she said, dropping her hand.
‘I didn’t say anything.’
‘The comparison was implied,’ she said. ‘I know exactly who you mean.’
I raised my palms in innocence. ‘I’m sorry if I offended you.’
She held up the card again and this time I snatched it from her.
‘Look,’ she said. ‘You shouldn’t speak of a Marino and a Falcone in the same sentence. If you learn nothing else, learn that before you walk into Donata’s club. And whatever you do,don’tmention her sister.’
‘A club?’ I caressed the glossy card with my fingers, considering the ridiculousness of me parading through some Mafiaclub in the city amidst a wholeothermob family. As if one wasn’t enough. ‘What’s to say I’ll even go?’ I shook my head. ‘I’m not sure I ever want to see my uncle again. He betrayed my mom and me. He doesn’t deserve it,’ I said, surprised at my willingness to confide in someone who had been unashamedly stalking me up until now.
Sara raised her hand to touch my shoulder but then stopped herself in mid-air, thinking better of it. ‘I understand, you know. It’s difficult being pulled in directions you don’t want to go in. And even more so when it’s your family holding the strings. But it will become clear to you, if you let it.’
Um, what? Part of me was curious. I couldn’t help it. It was like this festering, buzzing thing in the pit of my stomach. ‘I shouldn’t go,’ I said. ‘It’s not my world.’
She dropped her voice, even though no one but me could hear her. ‘You will have to see him, Sophie. Better that you go on your own terms.’
A caution – a whisper of something else. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
She loosed a weary sigh. ‘It means important things are happening and he will need to see you, one way or another, and soon. You should go to him or he’ll come for you, and this place is not safe for anyone right now. Not even me.’
‘You make it sound like I don’t have a choice,’ I said, feeling the chill in her words as they settled around me.
She offered me a half smile. ‘You have the illusion of one, at least. That’s more than I ever had.’ Another failed smile, and then, ‘Please don’t make me do something I don’t want to do…’
Before I could respond she was marching back towardsher car. I stood, speechless, as she sped out of the lot, leaving me wondering about the quiet threat in her final words.
I studied the card in my hands – it was crimson. In the middle a tree with swirling branches was printed in black ink. Underneath, the word EDEN was written in calligraphy. I flipped it over. There was an address, along with the phrase ‘Lose Yourself’. Scrawled along the top, in my uncle’s handwriting, were three simple words: ‘Sophie. Tuesday 11 p.m.’.
I shouldn’t go. Jack had already gotten me in enough trouble. But if I didn’t go to him, he would come to me. He would comeforme, whatever that meant. And the further I could keep him from Cedar Hill, and my mother, the better.
