Devil's Touch (3 page)

He hands it to her. Slowly she puts the yellow notepad and the fountain pen on the desk and reaches out to take the envelope. Her feeling of discomfort increases as she looks at it. The envelope is the usual quality: thick, inflexible textured paper.

"May I?"

She looks at the shiny and heavy silver paper knife on the table before him. Nathan nods.

"Yes, of course."

He gives it to her with the handle first. She stands up a little, and her bag falls to the floor when she grabs the handle. He feels a sudden pain in the palm of his hand.

"I'm sorry."

He hardly hears her voice but nods, accepting the apology. There’s a little blood in the palm of his hand, so he pulls out his handkerchief. He wonders why Evy isn't looking at his hand, but only stares at the envelope.

"I..."

He stops when he realizes that he has no idea what she's thinking. He folds up his handkerchief and puts it back in his pocket. Her eyes scan the surface of the envelope over and over again as if every little details matters. Nathan recognizes the quality of the paper. He used to get letters like this - letters that Petra wasn't allowed to open. Evy touches the surface of the paper. She clearly remembers the first time he gave her money. Back then, she had taken out the letter many times and held it up to the light to enjoy the watermark.  The words had been the same every time.

No one is like you when the night is long, your body, the way you.....

After a very long time, Stuart pulls away from her and looks at her face.

"How much longer?"

Stuart's voice is demanding, and he doesn't let go of Evy's chin until the driver nods and speeds up.

"Let's start with some champagne."

Stuart smiles at her as he bends down to get the champagne from the hidden fridge.  Evy tries to move over, but Stuart's hand is resting on her thigh. He takes two glasses with the same hand that’s holding the champagne bottle and leans back in the seat. Evy feels the sweat from his hand on her thigh before he removes it and puts it behind her neck. He forces her closer to him and kisses her again. Suddenly he pulls away and falls back in the seat.

"Time for champagne."

His voice is cheerful now, and he quickly loosens the yellow wrapping around the bottle neck. Then the sound of the cork popping fills the car. When the cork hits the roof of the car, the driver looks back in the rear-view mirror, but Stuart pays no attention to him. The champagne runs down over Evy's thighs and down in the leather seat under her. The champagne penetrates her dress, but before she can move, she feels Stuart's mouth against her thigh - his whisper filling her head.

"No need for a glass."

"We're here."

The limo slows down and pulls over to the curb in a brightly lit street. Stuart hesitates, and then he sits back in the seat and stares at the driver.

"Sometimes it's just faster. The traffic wasn't so bad..."

The driver turns around halfway and lowers his voice.

"Do you want me to drive around the block?"

Nathan sees how the hand that holds the letter is shaking. He looks at her silently, while his mind goes over the last few years of his life and the role Stuart has played in them. Some events seem strange but not significant in any way. Evy sighs a little, but Nathan doesn't notice. She lets the knife slide through the paper and feels the familiar resistance from the thick paper. She slowly unfolds the letter and reads.

No one is like you when the night is long, your body, the way you.....

She starts as if someone has slapped her, and she feels the tears burning behind her eyes.

"Even now, even now."

Her lips form the words without a sound. She doesn't read the words but scans the letter for figures. Suddenly she feels like she's choking, as if her years with Stuart have become an insult. Black spots are blurring her vision.
”The same amount he has given me every month.”

"You better put it in your bag."

Startled, Evy looks up at Nathan. She nods slowly, and Nathan feels uneasy as he thinks of Stuart again. He looks down at his shoes and wonders if he ever really knew Stuart.

"I hope you’ll protect me if the family..."

Her voice fades. He looks at her and nods slowly. This time he can see features that seem so familiar - features he had loved from the first time he saw them.

He remembers the first time so clearly. Denize had bumped into him and fallen over. He remembers the way she looked up at him, and he could hardly wait to marry her. They were married three months later in spite of warnings from friends and family. They had never asked any questions about each other's past. Nathan was grateful for that - his wild years has lasted a long time. They had met late and they both agreed that the time for having children had passed. Still, Nathan had felt an unspoken longing in both of them, but they never talked about it. Some days this longing made them keep a strange ritual alive. It had started almost by accident. They had been making lunch and decided to put olives in it. They had started laughing when they realized that the wine they had put in the fridge didn't go well with olives. They needed rosé, so they had left the house to buy some. When they came out of the store, two girls around four years old had walked past them holding hands. They wore identical dresses in a light fabric which swayed as they walked. It looked like the girls had just found that out, so they made the dresses twirl around them as they walked - their ponytails moving from side to side. One of the girls had dark brown, curly hair and the other was blonde, her hair almost golden. Nathan looks at Evy's hair. Both he and Denize had stopped to look at the girls until they disappeared around a corner. They both recognized the pain in the other's eyes, but Nathan had reminded himself of their decision and slowly shaken his head. Denize had looked at him for a long time and then nodded. Only years later did Nathan realize, that this misunderstanding was where his last hope of having children died.

Nathan is looking at Evy's hair when the door suddenly opens and Petra enters carrying a big pile of papers.

"Nathan."

"I thought you’d left."

"No, I have a message. I've just received a phone call from the courthouse."

"I better leave if we're finished?"

Evy looks at Nathan. He shakes his head.

"We're finished."

Evy nods her head and holds out her hand. Nathan looks down at it. Well-cared-for red nails and fine, smooth skin with the same porcelain look as her face. Her hand is warm when he shakes it and slips away smoothly when he lets it go. The movement makes the cut in his hand sting, and the blood starts trickling again.

"I'm sorry if you got any blood on you."

Evy looks at his palm and then her own. She shakes her head.

"It's nothing."

She nods.

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Petra approaches quickly and Evy turns and walks toward the door. She nods briefly at Petra, before disappearing out the big oak doors.

"The courthouse called, they want..."

Petra stops talking when she can see that Nathan is looking at the doors, but there's nobody there.

"Nathan, they want to start at nine tomorrow morning instead of at three."

She walks past him and drops the heavy stack of papers on the desk in front of him.

"Nathan."

She stands in front of him, and finally he looks up at her.

"Get me the number of the private investigator we use for the high profile cases."

"Marc Jones."

"I can't remember his name. The one we used in the case of the beach house."

Petra nods her head.

"Now."

"Now?"

"Yes, Petra. Now. I need that number now."

"It's a little late for this case when you have to be in court by nine tomorrow."

Nathan looks at her with tired eyes.

"It's not for this case."

His hand falls heavily on the stack of papers she has just dropped. Pieces of paper are scattered all over the desk.

"And before you leave, you can organize these papers you have thrown all over the place."

He’s still looking at her.

"And the number. Now."

Petra turns around and leaves the room. Nathan slowly walks over to the fireplace. Deep in thoughts, he doesn't hear Petra returning before she hands him a card. He looks at her.

"The number."

He nods his head.

"The case."

He nods his head in the direction of the table. Then he leaves the room as he takes out his phone from his pocket.

Chapter 3

Petra is annoyed and her movements are hectic. She doesn't really look at the papers, but merely gathers them and puts them in the case file.

"Petra."

She starts when she hears his voice so close to her. She didn't hear him come in. She quickly looks at the papers in front of her. She knows they're still a mess, and it wouldn't be first time if he told to her stay until everything is in order.

He looks her in the eye and then down at the case file - one fingertip tapping the brown cardboard.

"Did you even try?"

She looks down at the file and then back up at him. His brown eyes are always disturbingly calm in situations like this.

"Make sure the papers are put in the right order."

He turns around and walks over to the window. Petra's smile gets tighter, and she's already trying to make up an excuse to give her boyfriend.

She’ll be late again. She knows she'll be in trouble again. He has asked her many times to find another job, but she knows that working for Nathan will help her in her future career. She takes a deep breath and lowers her shoulders. Nathan watches her reflection in the window, but a sudden movement outside catches his attention. He can't focus too well because of Petra's reflection. His breathing is calm when he walks closer to the dark window. Petra looks up to check what he's doing, but she doesn't stop working - after working for him for five years, she has learned not to ask. Not working in the city had been a huge change, and only recently has she begun to enjoy the drive up the hills overlooking the big gardens and the city. The drive takes almost an hour every way, and even if she enjoys the ride, it's also a problem because of her son. Her boyfriend often has to leave work early to pick him up. Nathan has stopped moving around. She looks up from the case file and catches her own reflection in the dark windows. It looks like a scene from a movie - the fireplace, the thick carpets, the large wooden doors. There, behind the beautiful desk is a professionally dressed, typical working woman in her thirties. Maybe her career dress is a little too obvious - revealing her doubt in herself? Her face doesn't look relaxed, which seems somehow ominous to her. She hears the sound of the curtains moving and returns to her work.

Evy triggers the motion sensors outside and the lights turn on.

"Petra, the motion sensors need adjusting. They are too slow."

"Hmm."

Nathan raises one eyebrow, sighing resignedly. He stands up as he watches how Evy tries to balance her umbrella in the strong wind. He thinks she has a self-conscious way of walking, and wonders if she knows he's watching her. Actually, he doesn't really care. It's OK if she knows he's watching her. He's sure she's enjoying it and maybe even wants him to. He shrugs.

"It's what she does for a living after all."

His voice is low, but Petra notices the unpleasant tone of voice. She looks over at him, but he doesn't seem to notice her. She works faster - her breath is trapped in her chest. She knows that feeling. It's fear.

Evy stops in front of the double-parked, black Mercedes. It leaves no room for other cars. Nathan notices that it's the latest model. It has only been on the market for a couple of months, and, from his golf club, he knows there's a waiting list. Little tics form around his mouth as the image of his wife's face tries to force out the real world once again. He bows his head, and his long hair, which is normally brushed back, falls in front of his eyes. He slowly brushes it back - his thoughts seem to stumble over each other.
”How did she get into my head like this? I'm an old defense attorney. I have defended people who should never have been let loose. My colleagues would say that I have no conscience.”
He looks up, following her every move like a hungry animal. She bends down a little to open the car door, calmly holding her umbrella over herself. She slides into the seat slowly, and her skirt rides up a little and reveals the long, shapely legs that he knew she had. She pulls in her legs and bends over to close the door. Her shirt falls open a little.

”Not too little - not too much.”
Nathan makes a small, satisfied noise. He's beginning to understand why Stuart has decided to leave her money in spite of what his family might think. He takes a deep breath and imagines how the family will fight at first, but eventually resign to protect the family name. Stuart has told him enough details about his family's many mistakes to make sure that a case against Evy will never get to court. The car door slams and he turns away.

The car door closes with a click and she smiles as she runs her fingers over the steering wheel. She brushes at the raindrops left on her legs by the wet umbrella. It's dark in the car - only the light from the house shines through the tanned windows. She looks over at her bag on the passenger seat. A corner of the envelope is sticking out. Even in the dark, she can clearly see the structure of the paper.

Stuart looks at the driver for a long time.

"Should I drive around the..."

The driver's voice fades.

"It's too late for that now. You should have thought about that sooner. You're not exactly new at this."

Stuart keeps looking at the driver and slides over to open the door. The driver quickly gets out of the limo. Evy can see his shadow as he hurries past the windows, but Stuart is out of the car before the driver can reach the door. Evy tries to slide over to the door, but her wet dress sticks to the seat. She hears their muffled voices, but when she looks up at them they stop talking. It takes a while before Stuart's smile reaches his eyes. He reaches out his hand to her while the driver holds the door.

"What do you have to say about the purchase of Viko?"

Surprised, Stuart turns toward the voice, and looks at the reporter standing beside him on the pavement.

Stuart turns to the driver.

"Inside."

He puts his hand on the stranger's shoulder and leads him down the street.

"Oops."

The driver sounds surprised. Then he grabs Evy by the arm and pulls her toward the door. The doorman greets them discretely when he opens the door for them. Evy trips over the doorstep and the doorman has to catch her - the driver just keeps pulling her forward.  The doorman quickly closes the door. He keeps a close eye on Stuart who is still talking to the stranger who has now taken out a notepad. Evy looks at all the shiny marble surfaces and the little fountain in middle of the lobby. Then she feels how the driver's grip on her arm tightens.

"Here."

He pulls out a small bag with white powder from his pocket. She looks at it and hesitates. The driver gets annoyed and takes her hand, dropping the bag in it.

"There’s cameras here. Just take it!"

Evy looks at the bag, and then she turns her hand over and the bag drops to the floor like a leaf.

"This killed my sister."

"But there's hardly anything in the bag."

He looks at her with surprise, shrugs and bends down to pick it up.

"Someday you'll need it. Then you can ask for it."

He pulls out a crumpled card from his pocket.

"I the meantime, I will give this to someone who'll do anything to get it."

"What do you mean?"

Evy stares at him in disbelief.

"Hmm. Looks like the apple doesn't always fall close to the tree."

"What do you mean?"

Evy's speaks loudly now, and the doorman is looking at her. The driver laughs quietly - a laugh that makes Evy feel like she's being choked. The doorman walks over to her.

"Let me help you. We have a very comfortable sofa over here."

He points at a heavy sofa behind the plants by the wall. Evy nods.

"Yes."

She looks surprised, but the doorman smiles and points to the sofa again. Evy looks out at Stuart and then back at the doorman.

"Oh."

Evy looks at the driver and back at the doorman.

“Yes, I understand.”

A wind full of big city smells fills the lobby.

"This is where my humble apartment is."

Fast steps are approaching, and soon Stuart's arm is around her waist and he quickly leads her through the lobby. He looks back and slows down a little. Then Evy feels the wind from outside again and knows instinctively that the driver has left. The doorman has made sure that the elevator is ready for them, and when the doors close, she can see the driver over the doorman's shoulder. He stops a person in the street and gives him something. Then he puts his hand in his pocket and gives the person his card. The doorman smiles and the doors close. Evy can see their twisted reflections in the steel of the elevator. Stuart seems absent. A small ping and the doors open. After a few seconds, Stuart looks at her with cold eyes and a forced smile.

"We're almost there."

He puts his hand on her lower back and pushes her forward. They step out of the elevator onto a thick carpet that absorbs all noise. He finally lets go of her and she steps away. After searching for a while, Stuart finds his keys in the inside pocket of his suit.

"There."

Evy feels Stuart's hot breath against her ear. He pushes at the door and it opens silently.

"Here you go."

He steps back a little placing his hand between her shoulder blades - exactly where her bra strap is. He keeps his hand on her back and pushes her through the door and closes it. The apartment is dark and Evy stops just inside the door. She can feel the size of the apartment like a dark matter surrounding her. Stuart stands closely behind her and she can feel the heat from his body. As her eyes get accustomed to the darkness, it becomes clear to her how big the room is - large windows and a dark space to her left. A small sound and lights switch on all over the apartment. Light pours out from the dark space and reveals a big, wide bed under a ceiling of mirrors.

"The rent is with cleaning and washing."

Evy gasps at the sight of the big bed, but Stuart doesn't notice.

"Do you like it?"

Stuart's voice is business-like. She looks at him - not understanding - and examines every detail of his face.
”He looks older than the magazines say he is. 52.”
She turns her back and looks at the skyline.

"You seem to like it. Better than the yellow house, I bet?"

"How do you know...?"

With a gesture of his hand, Stuarts dismisses her question.

"It's beautiful."

Her voice is void of all emotion.

"Come."

He takes her hand and pulls her gently through the door on her right.

"Bathroom and walk-in closet."

He nods at the two doors in the room. Evy wonders if the many oriental rugs are genuine.
”He wouldn't have oriental rugs that weren't genuine, would he.”
Then she looks at the bed. It doesn't have a head board and rests on four big, square legs.

"I just got the apartment and I'm planning to lend it out to friends if they need a place."

He's standing close to her, staring at her face. She steps away and smiles.

"That sounds like a good idea. Thanks for showing it to me. I think I'll go home now. I'm tired."

She takes one more step away from him, but that only gives him a better view of her body. She steps back, trying to get further away from him. He smiles and walks over to her. She feels how an intense cold is rushing through her body. An uneasy feeling that she doesn't have time to understand before his hands close around her arms. She's standing with her back to the bed. He slowly pushes her backwards, increasing his hold on her when she tries to resist. She tries to break away, but he's too strong. Only now does she notice that the entire back wall of the bedroom is covered in mirrors. His body is leaning against hers and her arms are beginning to hurt from his hands. The heat from his body makes her shiver. He doesn't move and he doesn't let go. He's facing the mirror and she can feel his breathing getting heavier.

"It can't be the first time. You must have used your looks before."

His voice is hoarse. She tries to move but can't, and suddenly she realizes that something will happen that she can't prevent. She curses herself for being stupid and naive, for wanting so much to be a part of a world where she doesn't belong.

"You really haven't tried it before?!"

There is both surprise and joy in his voice.

"Be a smart girl and start using it - everybody else does."

He buries his face in her long hair, and his words are muffled. He increases his hold on her. The pain makes her bend over backwards, but he keeps talking.

”I'll take good care of you. I'll make your name famous and make sure you'll always have enough money."

It's as if the pain makes her more present in her head than in her body. He presses his body against her and lets go of her a little as his hands start to wander.
”Now, now! Run now!”
But his words have stuck in her mind and she's not yet ready to choose. She feels how he's pushing her toward the bed.