Ode To A Banker by Lindsey Davis Page A

plan to Maia and it might have worked.

    Maia was now well het up: 'The woman has only been dead for a week. I'm not rushing in -'

    'Pa needs you to do that,' I said quietly. 'He won't touch anything that reminds him of Flora - he won't even go home.'

    Maia looked shocked. 'What do you mean?'

    'He has not been to his house on the riverbank since Flora's funeral. The slaves are scared. They don't know where he is, or what their instructions are.'

    Maia said nothing. Her mouth was pinched with disapproval. Newly widowed herself, she was the best person to tell our father that life goes on and you cannot opt out. If I knew her, she would tackle this.

    Helena gathered up used dishes and carried them out to be washed later. She was lifting the pressure off Maia at least temporarily. Even I let the subject drop.

    Heading for home, we passed once again by Flora's Caupona, and had another look. There ought to be a waiter somewhere, Apollonius. Officially he lived in a nook at the back. The previous waiter had hung himself, right by the cubbyhole where Apollonius was supposed to lurk as a watchman when the place was closed. While Helena waited in the street, I went round and shouted but failed to rouse an answer. His predecessor's suicide and the notorious murder that had happened upstairs must have made Apollonius reluctant to stay alone on the premises. People can be so sensitive.

    Returning to the street, I saw a familiar figure kicking at the main door.

    'Petro!'

    'They're shut -' He despised Flora's, but quite often drank there; he was outraged to be thwarted by the closed door. We met a little apart from Helena and spoke in low voices.

    'Flora's dead.'

    'Hades!'

    'Pa's a mess, and this place is out of action. We're trying to get Maia interested.'

    'Surely she has enough to do?'
    'Take her mind off it.'
    'You're a bastard.'
    'You taught me!'

    We looked at each other. The jibes had been bland. Routine. Had we met earlier we could have found somewhere else to share a bench; knowing us, we could have stretched out our lunch all afternoon. Well, maybe. There was a taut look to Petronius, as if he had something on his mind.

    We walked back to Helena. 'You're late on your break,' I remarked to Petro.

    'Held up. Unnatural death.' He breathed in slowly. Then he exhaled, shoving his lower lip forward. He sucked his teeth. Helena was watching us, expressionless. Petro stared at me.
    'Didius Falco.'
    'That's me.'

    'What have your movements been today?'

    'Hey! What's your interest?'

    'Just tell me about your day, sunshine.'

    'That sounds as if I may have done something.'

    'I doubt it - but I'm checking up for both our sakes.' Petronius Longus was using his official voice. It was tinged with the joky style we used together, but it would not have surprised me if he had brought out his battered set of noteboards to record my replies.

    'Oh muleshit. What's this about?' I murmured. 'I've been a pious brat looking after my family all morning. Bereaved father; bereaved sister. Why?'

    'I hope you can assure me this felon has been with you since noon?' Petronius demanded of Helena.

    'Yes, officer.' She had a slightly sarcastic tone. She had wrapped her light-coloured stole around her darker, damson-tinted gown, and stood very still with her head up, looking down her nose like some republican statue of a painfully chaste matron. When Helena was being superior, even I felt a tremor of unease. But then one of her Indian pearl earrings trembled, and I just wanted to gnaw the translucent lobe from which it hung until she squealed. She looked at me suddenly as if she knew what I was thinking. 'And with Maia Favonia,' she added coolly for Petronius.

    'Then that's all right.' Petro's remote attitude softened.

    Mine toughened up. 'I have an alibi, apparently. That's nice. Will anybody tell me what it's for?'

    'Murder,' Petro said tersely. 'And by the way, Falco. You just lied to me.'

    I was startled. 'I'll lie like a legionary - but