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‘I understand, Detective,’ Gina said.

‘Thank you for your time, all of you. I may still have more questions – please make yourselves available if I do.’ Detective Gallo then left the room. Instinctively, Gina stood up, stepping away from Marco and moving over to Lucia. The two women embraced.

‘Thank you,’ whispered Gina.

‘For what?’

‘Telling the truth. Whatever happens next, we know we were completely honest about everything.’

Lucia pulled back and looked at Gina. Gina took in every contour of her face, usually hidden beneath a mask of make-up, noticing how youthful and pretty she looked. Almost the same teenage girl she’d known back in Cannegia ten years ago. Then Lucia’s gaze dropped to the floor, shame crossing her face.

‘I’m sorry,’ she murmured. As Gina frowned in confusion, Lucia continued, ‘For the way I behaved. Holding Lorenzo’s death over you, using it as a threat … It was unforgivable. But the accident changed everything. I’ve had a lot of time to think – too much time, in fact, alone with my thoughts. I was a horrible person, so wrapped up by behaving in the way I thought was expected of me, with no consideration of how it might affect anyone else. But now La Leonessa is gone. Lucia Santi is back,’ she declared boldly.

Gina knew that Lucia had changed her surname, from the rather plain Santi to the far more glamorous de Santis, but she thought the latter suited Lucia much better. ‘Don’t be too hard on yourself,’ Gina smiled. ‘La Leonessa could be a lot of fun too.’

‘Well, perhaps she’s not buried completely,’ Lucia conceded, her lips curling upwards wickedly. ‘But Gina, you gave me the biggest gift anyone could. You saved my life, and I can’t thank you enough. I can never repay you, but if there’s anything you need, just let me know. I wish the two of you all the happiness in the world.’

The two women hugged for a final time, and there was real affection in their embrace. Gina knew that her nightmare wasn’t over yet, but Lucia was looking to the future, and Gina hoped she would soon get that chance too.

Chapter 39

Palm Springs, April 1995

Issy and Brad rolled up to the Sunrise Wellness Facility in Brad’s sleek red Porsche. It was a stifling hot day, the sky azure blue with puffs of white clouds high above. The building itself looked calm and serene, against a backdrop of the San Jacinto mountains, with palm trees dotted liberally throughout the grounds.

They parked up, stepping out of the air conditioning into the oppressive desert heat. Brad was wearing a baseball cap and glasses, and had dressed down in jeans and a T-shirt, but it was hard to get away from being one of the most famous people on the planet.

Issy greeted the reception staff, and they buzzed her in through the internal doors, where she headed along the corridor to her mother’s room. On the way, she quickly glanced into the communal areas, in case her mom was taking part in one of the many activities the centre offered, but she couldn’t see her and she was glad – she wanted a little privacy when her mom met Brad for the first time.

They reached room twenty-three. The door was partially ajar, and Issy could see her mother lying on her bed, reading a novel. She tapped gently on the door and Darlene looked up.

‘Issy,’ she smiled when she saw her, closing the book and getting up to greet her daughter.

‘Wait here for a moment,’ Issy murmured to Brad, before stepping into the room.

‘It’s so good to see you,’ Darlene said, giving her daughter a warm and lengthy hug.

‘You look great, Mom,’ Issy told her. ‘I love your hair.’ In the short time she’d been at the facility, Darlene had transformed. Her sallow skin, lank hair and emaciated frame had all disappeared. Now she looked healthy and happy.

‘Thanks,’ Darlene beamed. ‘I fancied a change. They have a hairdresser here, you know. In fact, they have a whole beauty salon. I might treat myself to a manicure next week.’

‘You should,’ Issy beamed, thrilled to see that her mother was taking an interest in herself again. The two had the same red hair, though Darlene’s was styled in a sleek bob and had flecks of grey, while Issy’s vivid and riotous curls were pulled back in a ponytail.

‘So what’s new with you?’ Darlene said. ‘Tell me some stories of the outside world.’

‘Actually, Mom,’ Issy began, unable to keep the goofy grin off her face. ‘There’s someone I’d like you to meet …’

Hearing his cue, Brad strolled into the room. He was carrying his cap, and had pushed his sunglasses up on top of his head. Even in the tiny room, he radiated charisma and star quality.

Darlene’s eyes widened. ‘Jesus Christ, am I tripping? Is that Brad Redford?’

‘Guilty as charged,’ Brad grinned, holding up his hands, his eyes twinkling.

Issy felt that familiar pull in her stomach as she looked at him, and was amused to see that her mother appeared to be equally smitten. Darlene’s mouth dropped open, a hand flying to her chest in shock.

‘No offence intended, but what the hell are you doing here?’ Darlene said, with a laugh of disbelief.

‘Actually, you owe him a thank you,’ Issy explained. ‘He’s been helping us to pay for your treatment.’