Angel of the Dark

“Where are the servants?” Danny demanded..

“In the kitchens,” said Kapiri. “I have six armed officers with them. They’ve barricaded the doors.”

“Good. You and Demartin take the main staircase. I’ll go up by the servants’ route.”

“How about two of my guys go with you as cover,” said Kapiri. It was a statement, not a question, but Danny didn’t object. They had no time for power struggles, not now.

A gunshot rang out.

The three men looked at one another, then ran for the stairs.

“HOW COULD YOU?”

“How could I?” The man in black clutched at the wound on the back of his head. He still felt dizzy, as if he might black out at any moment. “He left me for dead, Sofia, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

Sofia Basta’s eyes filled with tears.

“He was protecting me! My God, Frankie. You didn’t have to kill him.”

Frankie Mancini frowned. It was unfortunate that he’d been forced to shoot Daley. The man was, after all, Andrew Jakes’s son. Technically that made him one of the children. One of the victims Frankie had devoted his life to avenging. It was even more unfortunate that the silencer on his gun had failed. A member of the household staff could come in at any moment. The police might already be on their way. They didn’t have much time.

“Bolt the door,” he barked. But Sofia just stood there, watching Matt’s blood ooze into the rug. “For God’s sake, Sofia,” Frankie said defensively. “I tried to get him to leave Mumbai. I did my best. He shouldn’t have been here.”

“He came here for me. Because he loved me,” Sofia sobbed. “He loved me and I loved him!”

“Loved you?” Frankie Mancini scoffed cruelly. “My dear girl. He didn’t even know who you were. He loved Lisa Baring. And who was she? Nobody, that’s who, a character who I invented, a figment of my imagination. If Matt Daley loved anyone, it was me, not you. Now bolt the damn door.”

Sofia Basta did as she was asked. She saw the madness blazing in Frankie’s eyes. Poor, poor Matt! Why did he come for me? Why didn’t he run, break free while he had the chance?

“He didn’t deserve to die, Frankie.”

“Be quiet!” Mancini shrieked, waving his pistol menacingly in the air. “I decide who lives and who dies! I have the power! You are my wife. You will do as I command you, or on my life, Sofia, your sister will be next. Do you understand?”

Sofia nodded. She understood. Fear and obedience were all she understood. All she had ever known. For a few short, blissful months of her life, as Lisa Baring, in Bali with Matt Daley, she had been shown a glimpse of another way, another life. But it was not to be.

“POLICE!” Danny McGuire’s voice rang out like a siren. Pounding footsteps could be heard behind him on the stairs. A second salvation.

Mancini’s eyes widened in panic. He handed Sofia the knife. “Do it.”

“Do what? Oh no. Frankie, no.”

Her eyes followed his gaze to the bed. In all the drama with Matt, she’d momentarily forgotten that David Ishag was even in the room, but now she could see him stirring, the effects of the drug she’d fed him earlier beginning to wear off.

“This is the end, angel. Our last kill. The sacrifice that will win your sister’s life.”

“POLICE!” Fists pounded on the door.

“It’s only right that it should be yours. Do it.”

“Frankie, I can’t.”

“Do it!” Mancini was screaming, howling like a mad dog. “Cut his throat or I’ll shoot you both. DO IT!”

Images flashed through Sofia’s mind one

by one.

Reading “The Book” with Frankie back at the orphanage. How beautiful he was then, and how gentle. “You’re a princess, Sofia. The others are just jealous.”