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‘Detective Gallo.’ Gina forced a smile. ‘Please, take a seat.’

‘I’ll keep this brief,’ Roberto said, as he sat down opposite Gina and Marco. ‘I don’t want to take up any more of your time than is necessary.’

Gina nodded, glancing at Marco. She couldn’t tell if this was a good sign or a bad sign, but her heart was beating like crazy, and she thought she might expire from anticipation.

‘The autopsy results show that Lorenzo Mancini’s injuries were consistent with a fall. We’ve found no evidence of foul play. Your version of events – corroborated by the account of Lucia de Santis – appears to be in order. The coroner has concluded misadventure. We won’t be pressing charges, and I’ll be closing my file.’

‘Oh, thank God,’ Gina burst out. She let out a long, shaky breath, her eyes filling with tears, as Marco exclaimed with joy and swept her up in his arms. Gina clung to him, feeling so grateful to him for standing by her, for never once doubting her.

She’d been living with this terrible history hanging over her for so long that it was hard to believe it would all go away and she could continue living her life.

‘I can’t change what happened or bring Lorenzo back,’ she said. ‘I will forever regret that he died in that way, but I do know what happened was a terrible accident, and now you know that too.’

No more fear. Only freedom.

‘I also have some news from my counterparts in Veneto,’ Detective Gallo continued, looking directly at Marco. ‘Regarding your brother-in-law.’

‘Edoardo? What is it? What’s happened?’

‘My sources tell me that there is no evidence that the helicopter was tampered with.’

Gina frowned, as confused as Marco. ‘Then what …?’

‘Investigations are still ongoing as to the actual cause, but one of the other mechanics, Salvatore, found an eroded part of the engine, he tried to warn Edoardo and Nicolò, but the helicopter had already taken off. They’ve found no evidence of sabotage. Signor Conti talked a lot, but it appears that’s all it was – talk.’

Gina was both surprised and relieved to hear the news. She’d found it hard to believe that Edoardo would have deliberately sabotaged the helicopter, but it was true that his hatred of Marco had become all-consuming. The two of them had seen one another on a few occasions since the accident, but that was largely for Daniela’s sake. They’d been civil, but there was a distance between them that Marco had confided to Gina he didn’t think would ever be bridged.

Like Marco, Edoardo hadn’t returned to Elicotteri Conti. He no longer seemed interested in the business, and talked of moving to the south of Italy, or even overseas – some place where he would no longer be tormented by memories of his sister. He wanted a simpler life, and a fresh start, and Gina could only wish him well and hope that it would make him a happier, less bitter person.

‘We’ll await the official confirmation,’ Detective Gallo continued. ‘But I thought you’d like to know.’

‘Thank you, Detective,’ Marco said.

‘Yes, and thank you for coming all this way,’ Gina added.

‘I was very happy to make a return trip to this beautiful city,’ Detective Gallo replied, cracking a rare smile. ‘I’ve lived with this case for a decade, and I’m glad to finally have the answers. I wanted to see it through to its conclusion, and to give you the news in person.’

They said their goodbyes, and Marco accompanied Detective Gallo to the door. Gina heard it close, and the next moment Marco ran back in, sweeping her up in his arms, swinging her round with unbridled joy. Gina felt as though she could finally breathe, as though she’d been holding her breath for years but could finally exhale.

‘This is it,’ Marco said, holding her tightly. ‘A fresh start. We can both move on with our lives.’

Gina knew what he meant. She adored him – had fallen in love with him – but something had been holding her back. She couldn’t commit while she had Lorenzo Mancini’s death hanging over her. She was terrified to move forwards in case it all got snatched away, and she’d unconsciously been keeping Marco at arm’s length.

He’d instinctively understood, and she adored him for that. Marco had told her many times that he knew what it was like to be blamed for something that was an accident – he’d spent the last three years being blamed by Edoardo; at times he’d even started to believe it might have been his fault.

‘You’ll have to be patient with me,’ Gina said, feeling unexpectedly nervous. ‘I’ve never had a real relationship before. After everything that happened with Lorenzo, I didn’t want to get close to any man. I threw all my energy and passion into my work.’

‘We’ll go slowly, I promise,’ Marco said, unable to resist kissing her once again. ‘But right now we should celebrate.’

‘And then I have to get back to work,’ Gina exclaimed, fired up with an enthusiasm she hadn’t felt for weeks. ‘I’ve got a wedding to organize!’

‘Slow down,’ Marco laughed.

‘I owe it to Olivia,’ Gina insisted. ‘She’s been so patient. The problem is, I still don’t have that final piece of the puzzle, I wanted something unique.’

‘You know,’ Marco began thoughtfully. ‘I might just have an idea. There’s a place I discovered … I found it not long after Stephana died. Sometimes I’d roam around the city for hours, with no real purpose, just wanting to lose myself, to disappear in the maze of streets. And that’s when I came across it. There’s an abandoned church in San Marco, with a hidden staircase at the back of the building that takes you up to the rooftop. I used to spend hours up there, revelling in the solitude, and the views are superb. There’s something special – almost magical – about it. I think it could be exactly what you’re looking for.’

Gina’s heart was pounding. She agreed with Marco that it sounded utterly perfect, but that wasn’t the only thing making her pulse race. ‘Wait a moment, I know that place, I’ve been there … the opening night of Carnival,’ she said, her words tumbling out in haste. ‘You said you went to the Guild Ball and then you went home.’