should.
Releasing my hand, Graham grows a big smile. I can see that he is an expert at making smiles, no matter his mood.
âSo how do you like Venice so far, Captain?â
Is he kidding me?
âIt would be a hell of a lot better if my fiancée hadnât disappeared this afternoon.â
His smile dissolves. Itâs another good trick heâs acquired: the ability to shift his moods in a half-second, flat.
âI understand there was some trouble at the café near the cathedral in San Marco earlier today.â
I lean forward, to add emphasis to what Iâm about to tell him.
âListen, Mr. Graham,â I say. âMy wife was abducted by a man wearing a long brown overcoat. He has short cropped black hair and a black beard. He was wearing sunglasses and staring us down. He approached our table and then, just like that, Grace was gone. I have reason to believe this same man has been following us for some time and placing calls to my apartment. He whispers âI. See.â into the phone before he hangs up.â
Graham bites down on his bottom lip, nods.
âI understand you are just back from the Afghan war,â he says. âMust have been hard out there in the field.â
âYeah, it was hard. But I had a job to do and I did it. No questions asked. Iâm a good soldier. Iâm a patriot. My country called me and I heeded the call. Now my fiancée is gone.â
Clasping his hands together, Graham nods once more, and peers at the tops of his polished patent leather lace-up shoes.
âI further understand, Captain Angel, that youâve had your share of trouble with PTSD and that you are here in Venice to recuperate at the direct mandate from your company commander.â
âThey assume that a month in Venice with Grace might lift my spirits and my morale. But I think theyâre more afraid Iâll turn my back on the red, white and blueâ¦that their go-to toy soldier will actually want to get back to his writing career one day.â
Thereâs the big public relations smile again. Graham is like a light you can turn on and off.
âHave you written anything Iâve read?â
As a writer, thatâs the one question that makes me want to howl. If you have to ask the question, you obviously havenât read anything.
âA thriller called Retribution . Another called Pay Back . There would have been more but the wars keep getting in the way.â
âIâll have to check them out,â he says, while standing. âLove to readâ¦love, love, love it. But never enough time, you know? I get into bed and the eyelids come down. Oh, and speaking of eyes, how are those eyes of yours? Youâve been suffering from temporary bouts of blindness Iâm told. How have you been dealing with that?â
Iâm staring at him standing inside the room. A few feet behind him is the picture window with that amazing view of the Grand Canal I was informed about earlier. I could also stand up and get a look at it, but Iâd rather focus on him while I have the chance.
âGrace has been my eyes while Iâve been here. She helps me. She guides me. She loves me.â
âMust be especially tough on you now that sheâs gone.â Pursing his lips. âOf course, you can always head immediately back to your base hospital in Germany. We would take care of working out your safe transport.â
Just the sound of him stating the reality of it all in quite that manner and tone is enough to send my insides on a nosedive south.
âCan you help me find her, Mr. Graham? And can you promise me you wonât tell the army whatâs happening? Not quite yet anyway.â
He turns to peer out the window onto the canal.
âI understand your frustration in the matter, Captain. But itâs really a police issue now. Had you come to me first, I would have sent you here. Should she become detained by the police for any reason,
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