Obsession (Year of Fire) by Bonelli Florencia

Author:Bonelli, Florencia [Bonelli, Florencia]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: AmazonCrossing
Published: 2013-07-22T14:00:00+00:00

Al-Saud closed the door of the study to answer the call.

“Talk to me, Tony.”

“I’m at Lefortovo’s.” He called Vladimir Chevrikov by his nom de guerre. “We have the material ready.”

“What can you tell me?”

“It’s even better than we were hoping for. Everything is here. He photographed the laboratory, the substances, the employees handling them, reports, inventory documents, place of origin, the shipping invoices. Basically, it’s a scoop. Do you want me to contact the journalist to start executing the plan?”

“No. Let’s wait. I want to see about the other evidence before we contact the Dutchman.”

“Do you want me to take care of it? Or Mike?”

Al-Saud weighed up the advisability of confronting Roy Blahetter again. He wondered whether he would be able to control his urge to reduce him to a blubbering wreck.

“Don’t worry, Tony. I’ll take care of it. Keep me posted on everything, any time.”

Al-Saud went back into the living room. Laurette’s voice floated out from the kitchen, talking about Matilde—so tiny, so beautiful, but how old could she be? She guessed twenty, and wasn’t that a little young for Eliah? She must be a good person; anyone who recognized the beauty of her hyacinths couldn’t be bad—Al-Saud shook his head and smiled. He bounded upstairs. He went into his bedroom and found her on the terrace. She had put on her jacket and gone out to admire the countryside. The wind was tousling her hair. What a beautiful image! He felt her jolt when he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pressed her against his chest to calm her. They stood in silence. From there they could see the stables, two long, thin, parallel constructions with whitewashed walls and gabled roofs covered with Spanish tiles.

“Do you like riding?”

“I love it. But I haven’t been on a horse in years.”

“Do you know how to ride?”

“I had an instructor when I was little. And when we went to my grandparents’ country house, it was hard to get me off the horse. I just wanted to ride and ride. But then we lost the country house and the horses, and I never rode again.”

Al-Saud wanted to know everything about her, not just because he yearned to know her profoundly, but also because of what Juana had told him, that Matilde would tell him her sorrows when he had earned her trust.

“What happened with the country house? Why did they lose it?”

He thought she wouldn’t answer until he heard her sigh.

“We lost everything. The country house, the horses, the family mansion, the jewels, the paintings, the cars, everything, everything.” She turned around in his embrace and put her cheek on his leather jacket. “My father swindled many people. He was a bank director and when it failed, it left many people with nothing at all. We would get insulting phone calls, people abused us outside our house. The lawyers locked themselves in the study with my father and my grandparents. They were so worried. My father was drinking in the morning.

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