Make me rich. "My father has an account here. He asked me to come in and - and take it over."
"Is it a numbered account?"
"Yes."
"May I have the number, please?"
"B2A149207."
He nodded. "One moment, please."
She watched him disappear toward a vault in back. The bank was beginning to fill with customers. It's got to be there, Lucia thought. Nothing must go -
The man was approaching her. She could read nothing in his face.
"This account - you say it was in your father's name?"
Her heart sank. "Yes. Angelo Carmine."
He studied her a moment. "The account carries two names."
Did that mean she would not be able to touch it? "What - " She could scarcely get the words out. "What's the other name?"
"Lucia Carmine."
And in that instant, she owned the world.
The account amounted to a little more than thirteen million dollars.
"How would you like it handled?" the banker asked.
"Could you transfer it to one of your associated banks in Brazil? Rio?"
"Certainly. We'll send you the documentation by messenger this afternoon."
It was that simple.
Lucia's next stop was at a travel agency near the hotel. There was a large poster in the window advertising Brazil.
It's an omen, Lucia thought happily. She went inside.
"May I help you?"
"Yes. I would like two tickets to Brazil."
There are no extradition laws there.
She could not wait to tell Rubio how well everything was going. He was in Biarritz waiting for her call. They would be going to Brazil together.
"We can live in peace there for the rest of our lives," she had told him.
Now everything was finally set. After all the adventure and the dangers...the arrest of her father and brothers and her vengeance against Benito Patas and Judge Buscetta...the police looking for her and her escape to the convent...Acoca's men and the phony friar...Jaime Miro and Teresa and the gold cross...and Rubio Arzano. Most of all, dear Rubio. How many times had he risked his life for her? He had saved her from the soldiers in the woods...from the raging waters at the waterfall...from the men in the bar at Aranda de Duero. The very thought of Rubio warmed Lucia.
She returned to her hotel room and picked up the telephone, waiting for the operator to answer.
There will be something for him to do in Rio. What? What can he do? He'll probably want to buy a farm somewhere out in the country. But then what would I do?
An operator's voice said, "Number, please."
Lucia sat there staring out the window at the snow-covered Alps. We have two different lives, Rubio and I. We live in different worlds. I'm the daughter of Angelo Carmine.
"Number, please?"
He's a farmer. That's what he loves. How can I take him away from that? I can't do that to him.
The operator was getting impatient. "Can I help you?"
Lucia said slowly, "No. No, thank you." She replaced the receiver.
Early the following morning, she boarded a Swissair flight to Rio.
She was alone.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
The meeting was to take place in the luxurious drawing room of Ellen Scott's townhouse. She paced back and forth waiting for Alan Tucker to arrive with the girl. No. Not a girl. A woman. A nun. What would she be like? What had life done to her? What have I done to her?
The butler walked into the room. "Your guests have arrived, Madam."
She took a deep breath. "Show them in."
A moment later, Megan and Alan Tucker entered.
She's beautiful, Ellen thought.
Tucker smiled. "Mrs. Scott, this is Megan."
Ellen looked at him and said quietly, "I won't need you anymore." And her words had a finality to them.
His smile faded.
"Good-bye, Tucker."
He stood there a moment, uncertain, then nodded and left. He could not get over his feeling that he had missed something. Something important. Too late, he thought. Too bloody late.
Ellen Scott was studying Megan. "Sit down, please."
Megan took a chair, and the two women sat there inspecting each other.
She looks like her mother, Ellen thought. She's grown up to be a beautiful woman. She recalled the terrible night of the accident, the storm and the burning plane.
You said she was dead...There's something we can do. The pilot said we were near avila. There should be plenty of tourists there. There's no reason for anyone to connect the baby with the plane crash...We'll drop her off at a nice farmhouse outside of town. Someone will adopt her and she'll grow up to have a lovely life here... You have to choose, Milo. You can either have me, or you can spend the rest of your life working for your brother's child
And now here was the past confronting her. Where to begin?
"I'm Ellen Scott, president of Scott Industries. Have you heard of it?"
"No."
Of course she would not have heard of it, Ellen chided herself.
This was going to be more difficult than she had anticipated. She had concocted a story about an old friend of the family who had died, and a promise to take care of his daughter - but from the moment she had first looked at Megan, Ellen knew that it would not work. She had no choice. She had to trust Patricia - Megan - not to destroy them all. She thought of what she had done to the woman seated before her, and her eyes filled with tears. But it's too late for tears. It's time to make amends. It's time to tell the truth.
Ellen Scott leaned across to Megan and took her hand. "I have a story to tell you," she said quietly.
That had been three years earlier. For the first year, until she became too ill to continue, Ellen Scott had taken Megan under her wing. Megan had gone to work for Scott Industries, and her aptitude and intelligence had delighted the older woman, giving her a fresh outlook and reinforcing her will to live.