”
“That will be fine.”
Robert had no intention of staying there for more than one night, two at the most. But he kept his plans to himself. As soon as he found a ship that was safe, he would be on his way out of Italy.
“I’m looking forward to seeing my family,” Pier said.
“You have just one brother?”
“Yes. Carlo. He is younger than me.”
“Tell me about your family, Pier.”
She shrugged. “There is not much to tell. My father worked at the docks all his life. A crane fell on him and killed him when I was fifteen. My mother was ill, and I had to support her and Carlo. I had a friend at Cinecitta studios and he got me bit parts. They paid very little and I had to sleep with the assistant director. I decided I could make more money on the streets. Now I do a little of both.” There was no self-pity in her voice.
“Pier … are you sure your mother won’t object to your bringing a stranger home?”
“I am sure. We are very close. Mother will be happy to see me. Do you love her very much?”
Robert glanced over at her in surprise. “Your mother?”
“The woman you were talking to on the telephone in the restaurant – Susan.”
“What makes you think I love her?”
“The tone of your voice. Who is she?”
“A friend.”
“She is very lucky. I wish I had someone who cared for me like that. Is Robert Bellamy your real name?”
“Yes.”
“And are you a commander?”
That was more difficult to answer. “I’m not sure, Pier,” he said. “I used to be.”
“Can you tell me why Interpol is after you?”
He said carefully, “It’s better if I don’t tell you anything. You could be in enough trouble just being with me. The less you know the better.”
“All right, Robert.”
He thought about the strange circumstances that had brought the two of them together. “Let me ask you something. If you knew that there were aliens coming down to earth in spaceships, would you panic?”
Pier studied him a moment. “Are you serious?”
“Very.”
She shook her head. “No. I think it would be exciting. Do you believe such things exist?”
“There’s a possibility,” he said cautiously.
Pier’s face lit up. “Really? Do they have real … I mean … are they built like men?”
Robert laughed. “I don’t know.”
“Does this have anything to do with why the police are after you?”
“No,” Robert said quickly. “Nothing.”
“If I tell you something, will you promise not to be angry with me.”
“I promise.”
When she spoke, her voice was so low he could hardly hear her. “I think I am falling in love with you.”
“Pier …”
“I know. I am being foolish. But I have never said that to anyone before. I wanted you to know.”
“I’m flattered, Pier.”
“You’re not making fun of me?”
“No. I’m not.” He looked at the gas gauge. “We’d better find a filling station soon.”
They came to a service station fifteen minutes later. “We’ll fill the tank here,” Robert said.
“Fine,” Pier smiled. “I can call my mother and let her know that I am bringing home a handsome stranger.”
Robert drove up to the gas pump and said to the attendant, “Fate il pieno, per favore.”
“Si, signore.”
Pier leaned over and gave Robert a kiss on the cheek. “I will be right back.”
Robert watched her walk into the office and get change for the telephone. She’s really very pretty, Robert thought. And intelligent. I must be careful not to hurt her.
Inside the office, Pier was dialling. She turned to smile and wave at Robert. When the operator came on, Pier said, “Get me Interpol. Subito!”
From the moment Pier had seen the news broadcast about Robert Bellamy, she had known she was going to be rich. If Interpol, the international criminal police force, was looking for Robert, there had to be a huge reward out for him. And she was the only one who knew where he was! The reward would be all hers. Persuading him to go to Naples, where she could keep an eye on him, had been a stroke of genius.
A man’s voice on the telephone said, “Interpol. May I help you?”
Pier’s heart was pounding. She glanced out of the window to make sure Robert was still at the gas pump. “Yes. You are looking for a man named Commander Robert Bellamy, yes?”
There was a moment of silence. “Who is calling, please?”
“Never mind. Are you after him or not?”
“I’ll have to transfer you to someone else. Will you hold the line, please?” He turned to his assistant. “Put a trace on this. Pronto!”
Thirty seconds later, Pier was speaking with a senior official. “Yes, signora. Can I help you?”
No, you fool. I’m trying to help you. “I have Commander Robert Bellamy. Do you want him, or don’t you?”
“But, yes, signora, we want him very much. And you say you have him?”
“That’s right. He’s with me now. How much is he worth to you?”
“Are you speaking of a reward?”
“Of course I’m speaking of a reward.” She glanced out of the window again. What kind of idiots are these?
The official signalled to his assistant to move faster.
“We have not yet set a price on him, signora, so …”
“Well, set one now. I’m in a hurry.”
“How much of a reward are you expecting?”
“I don’t know.” Pier thought for a moment. “Would fifty thousand dollars be all right?”
“Fifty thousand dollars is a lot of money. If you tell me where you are, we could come to you and negotiate a deal that …”
He must think I’m pazza. “No. You either agree to pay me what I want now or …” Pier looked up and saw Robert approaching the office. “Hurry! Yes or no?”
“Very well, signora. Yes. We will agree to pay you …”
Robert came through the door, moving toward her.
Pier said into the telephone, “We should be there in time for dinner, Mama. You will like him. He is very nice. Good. We will see you later. Ciao.”
Pier replaced the receiver and turned to Robert. “Mother is dying to meet you.”
At Interpol headquarters, the senior official said, “Did you trace the call?”
“Yes. It came from a filling station on the Autostrada del Sole. It looks like they’re on their way to Naples.”
Colonel Francesco Cesar and Colonel Frank Johnson were studying a map on the wall of Cesar’s office.
“Naples is a big city,” Colonel Cesar was saying. “There are a thousand places for him to hide there.”
“What about the woman?”
“We have no idea who she is.”
“Why don’t we find out?” Johnson asked.
Cesar looked at him, puzzled.