The Raven (The Florentine #1)(25)
She pressed the call button and waited.
And waited.
She waited for what seemed like an age, watching pedestrians and the occasional car pass. She did not see the black Vespa at the corner, or the driver, who was pretending to check his cell phone. She did not see the mysterious figure that looked down on her from the rooftop of the building opposite.
With a sigh, she turned to leave, but static emerged from the speaker and she heard a voice.
“State your business.”
She leaned forward, closer to the speaker. “Good evening.”
“State your business,” the man repeated, his tone bland and indifferent.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” she stammered, wondering what she should say. “I should have visited during the day, but I was delayed. I’m looking for—um—Signor William York. Can you tell me how I can contact him?”
Raven waited for a response, regretting the impulse to use the recluse’s name. But it was far too late for discretion.
Internally, she made an attempt to formulate an explanation for why she wanted to see William York. But the voice didn’t ask her that question.
In fact, the voice asked her nothing at all. There was a long, pregnant silence.
“Just a moment.”
Raven was shocked. She’d barely hoped to wheedle a little background information from one of the security guards. She hadn’t expected them to recognize the name of William York, let alone to provide her with contact information. Could it be that Professor Emerson was correct and that William York was a patron of the palazzo?
And if Emerson had learned of William York from Vitali, why was Vitali denying it?
Raven grew very nervous. If there were such a person as William York and he’d taken care to protect his identity, how would he feel about her showing up and asking about him? What if he was connected with the robbery at the Uffizi?
She took a few careful steps backward, looking to see if anyone suspicious was nearby. For the moment, at least, she appeared to be alone.
She decided it would be safer if she left and left quickly. As she moved, she caught sight of a small black camera, located at the top of the stone arch and pointing in her direction.
Great. Now they know what I look like.
Static emerged from the speaker again and Raven started.
“There’s no one here by that name. Leave now.” Someone else was speaking. His voice was more melodic, it was true, but it was also hostile.
She moved in the direction of the speaker. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you and—”
Raven was swiftly interrupted. “It’s time for you to leave.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. She began running in the direction of the Duomo, as fast as her legs could carry her. A black Vespa took off from where it had been idling around the corner, driving in the opposite direction.
Raven was too anxious to notice the man and his machine, or the fact that, by the time she passed the Duomo, he was following her.
Of course, she didn’t realize she’d captured the attention of the decidedly nonhuman being standing on top of the building across the street as well.
Chapter Nine
By the time Raven returned to her building, her heart was beating furiously. Something momentous had occurred, she was sure of it, and she was fearful of the consequences.
She opened the door to her apartment and pressed the light switch on the wall.
Nothing happened.
Cursing, she closed the door behind her and blindly locked it, dropping her knapsack to the floor. She groped along the wall to the bathroom, reaching in to press the other light switch.
Nothing happened.
Muttering to herself about what she was going to say to the landlord the next time she saw him, she felt her way to the bedroom. She was just about to step through the doorway when she stumbled over something; something that felt suspiciously like a pair of feet. She flailed as she fell but before she hit the floor, a pair of strong arms came around her waist, catching her.
As soon as the intruder made contact with her body, she screamed and pulled away, falling on her backside. In the dim light that shone from outside the bedroom windows, she could almost see the outline of a figure lurking in the doorway. She scrambled backward like a crab, heading toward the only exit.
She felt the figure speed past her. Her hands collided with his feet as she approached the apartment door.
“If you scream again, I’ll silence you.” An angry voice, soft as silk, sliced through the darkness.
“What do you want?” Raven attempted to keep her voice steady. But she failed.
“I want you to answer some questions. Sit here.”
Raven heard a chair scrape across the floor and felt one of its legs press against her hip.
She could try to crawl to her knapsack and retrieve her cell phone. The chance of success seemed remote. He’d probably grab her.
Her heart stuttered. “Did you shut off the electricity?”
“Don’t give me a reason to hurt you.” He thumped the chair on the floor, as if for emphasis.
She startled.
She could scream for help but her closest neighbor, Lidia, was hard of hearing and probably asleep. There was usually so much noise emanating from the Vespa traffic in and around the piazza, she wasn’t sure her cries would be heard by anyone else.
“I am waiting,” he growled.