“He woke up last night convinced someone was in our room. He couldn’t see anything but he felt a . . . dark presence.”
Raven’s heart began to speed.
“Did someone break in?”
“I don’t think so. Nothing was missing and he didn’t see anyone. But he felt like someone was there and the doors to the terrace were open.” Julia smoothed her long hair behind her ears. “If it were anyone other than Gabriel, I’d dismiss it. But he’s seen—and felt—strange things before.”
Raven bit her tongue. She desperately wanted to ask Julia what strange things she was referring to, but she was an important donor and barely an acquaintance. Raven didn’t want to seem nosy.
“I don’t believe in ghosts. But it’s possible someone broke into your hotel room. Petty thefts are common in the city and, as you know, that hotel attracts wealthy guests.”
“I suppose that’s possible.”
“I hate to say it, but I’m wondering if the Uffizi robbery is connected to what happened in your room.”
Julia eyed Raven as they entered the elevator. “Why would you say that?”
“Your names are connected with the gallery. If someone found out you were staying in the city, they might think you’re carrying expensive jewelery or artifacts.”
“That makes sense. I’m not in a hurry to stay in the same hotel room, even if it was a burglar. This makes me sad because we stayed in that room before.” Julia appeared wistful.
“Did your husband mention the break-in to Vitali?”
“Yes. He didn’t mention the ghost to anyone. He simply said he had security concerns about the hotel, and he cited some recent reports in the newspaper about missing people and bodies being found downriver.” Julia shivered. “I wish he hadn’t told me.”
Raven toyed with the security card around her neck, resisting the urge to touch the relic she was wearing under her shirt.
“I hadn’t heard about the bodies.”
“There was an article in La Nazione yesterday. Several bodies were found on the banks of the Arno. The police aren’t releasing any details.”
“Men or women?” Raven’s mind went immediately to Angelo.
“Men.” Julia took a step closer. “Are you all right? You’ve gone pale.”
“I’m fine. I hate to mention it, but since you’re leaving anyway, I’ll say that Florence had a serial killer for decades. I hope he hasn’t returned.” She exited the elevator, holding the door open for Julia.
“I thought they caught him.” Julia followed her into the hall.
“I thought so, too.”
Julia sighed. “Our trip to Umbria has poor timing. We’re thinking about adopting a little girl from the Franciscan orphanage and we were supposed to be spending time with her.”
Raven stopped. “I volunteer there. Which girl?”
Julia smiled widely. “Maria. She’s five.”
Raven’s heart leapt. “I know Maria. You’re going to adopt her?”
“We’re thinking about it. We can’t apply to adopt her until we’ve been married for three years and that isn’t until January. But we want to get to know her and have her know us. When we first met her two years ago, she didn’t speak. But she’s been seeing a therapist and is talking now.”
“I help the younger children learn their letters and their numbers. I work with her.”
Julia placed a hand on Raven’s arm. “Then thank you. She’s very different from the girl we met two years ago.”
Raven found herself unable to respond. She swallowed, trying to rid herself of the lump she felt in her throat.
“You’re welcome,” she managed to say.
Julianne gave her a wide smile and followed her down the long corridor that led to the large restoration lab.
Before they entered, Raven paused.
She felt like she should mention the intruder who broke into her apartment, but she was worried about the repercussions. Nevertheless, Julia had a baby. What if the intruder broke in where they were staying in Umbria, and they were hurt?
She cleared her throat. “I hope there isn’t a connection between what happened at the hotel and the robbery here. But you should be cautious, even in Umbria. Whoever stole the illustrations did so without leaving evidence. As far as I know, the police don’t have any suspects. Please be careful.”
“I will.” Julia offered her an appreciative look before they opened the door to the lab.
The morning came and went. Raven continued her work in the archives and no one mentioned the flash drive. In fact, the archivist seemed all too eager to let Raven leave at lunchtime, in order to visit the doctor.