Pier watched him carefully scan the street again before pulling out.
“I want you to do something for me,” Robert told her.
Now it’s coming, Pier thought. He’s going to ask me to do something terrible. “What is it?” she asked.
They had stopped in front of the Hotel Victoria. Robert handed Pier one of the envelopes. “I want you to go to the desk and reserve a suite in the name of Commander Robert Bellamy. Tell them you’re his secretary and that he’ll be arriving in an hour, but that you want to go up to the suite and approve it. When you get inside, leave this envelope on a table in the room.”
She looked at him puzzled. “That’s all?”
“That’s all.”
The man made no sense at all. “Bene.” She wished she knew what the crazy American was up to. And who is Commander Robert Bellamy? Pier got out of the car and walked into the lobby of the hotel. She was a bit nervous. In the course of practicing her profession, she had been thrown out of a few first-class hotels. But the clerk behind the desk greeted her politely. “May I help you, signora?”
“I am the secretary to Commander Robert Bellamy. I wish to reserve a suite for him. He will be here in an hour.”
The clerk consulted the room chart. “We do happen to have one very nice suite available.”
“May I see it, please?” Pier asked.
“Certainly. I’ll have someone show it to you.”
An assistant manager escorted Pier upstairs. They walked into the living room of the suite and Pier looked around. “Will this be satisfactory, signora?”
Pier had not the faintest idea. “Yes, this will be fine.” She removed the envelope from her purse and laid it on a coffee table. “I will leave this here for the commander,” she said.
“Bene.”
Curiosity got the better of Pier. She opened the envelope. Inside was a one-way plane ticket to Beijing in the name of Robert Bellamy. Pier put the ticket back in the envelope, left it on the table, and went downstairs.
The blue Fiat was parked in front of the hotel.
“Any problem?” Robert asked.
“No.”
“We have just two more stops to make, and then we’re on our way,” Robert said cheerfully.
The next stop was the Hotel Valadier. Robert handed Pier another envelope. “I want you to reserve a suite here in the name of Commander Robert Bellamy. Tell them he’ll be checking in within an hour. Then—”
“I leave the envelope upstairs.”
“Right.”
This time Pier walked into the hotel with more confidence. Just act like a lady, she thought. You’ve got to have dignity. That’s the fucking secret.
There was a suite available in the hotel.
“I would like to look at it,” Pier said.
“Of course, signora.”
An assistant manager escorted Pier upstairs. “This is one of our nicest suites.” It was beautiful.
Pier said haughtily, “I suppose it might do. The commander is very particular, you know.” She took the second envelope out of her purse, opened it, and glanced inside. It contained a train ticket to Budapest in the name of Commander Robert Bellamy. Pier stared at it, confused. What kind of game is this? She left the ticket by the bed stand.
When Pier returned to the car, Robert asked, “How did it go?”
“Fine.”
“Last stop.”
This time it was the Hotel Leonardo da Vinci. Robert handed Pier the third envelope. “I would like you to—”
“I know.”
Inside the hotel, a clerk said, “Yes, indeed, signora, we have a lovely suite. When did you say the commander will be arriving?”
“In an hour. I would like to examine the suite to see if it is satisfactory.”
“Of course, signora.”
The suite was more lavish than the other two Pier had looked at. The assistant manager showed her the huge bedroom with a large canopied bed in the center. What a waste, Pier thought. In one night, I could make a fortune here. She took out the third envelope and looked inside. It contained an airplane ticket to Miami, Florida. Pier left the envelope on the bed.
The assistant manager escorted Pier back to the living room. “We have color TV,” he said. He walked over to the television set and turned it on. A picture of Robert leaped onto the screen. The anchorman’s voice was saying: “…and Interpol believes that he is presently in Rome. He is wanted for questioning in an international drug smuggling operation. This is Bernard Shaw for CNN News.” Pier was staring at the screen, transfixed.