'Was he Italian?' I asked.
'Oh no. He could fool some people, but not me.' Eugenio shook his head and poured himself a glass of wine. 'He was American. But he maybe spoke Italian because he used the Italian part of the menu. He ordered that way, you know? He would not order in English. Actually, he was very good.'
'How did he pay?' Wesley asked.
'Always charge card.'
'And the name on the charge card was Scarpetta?' I asked.
'Yes, I'm certain. No first name, just the initial K. He said his name was Kirk. Not exactly Italian.' He smiled and shrugged.
'He was friendly, then,' Wesley said as my mind kept slamming into this information.
'He was very friendly sometimes and not so friendly other times. He always had something to read. Newspapers.'
'He was alone?' Wesley asked.
'Always.'
«What kind of charge card?' I said.
He thought. 'American Express. A gold card, I believe.'
I looked at Wesley.
'Do you have yours with you?' he asked me.
'I would assume so.'
I got out my billfold. The card wasn't there.
'I don't understand.' I felt the blood rise to the roots of my hair.
'Where did you have it last?' Wesley asked.
'I don't know.' I was stunned. 'I don't use it much. So many places won't take it.'
We were silent. Wesley sipped his wine and looked around the room. I was frightened and bewildered. I did not understand what any of this meant. Why would Gault come here and pretend to be me? If he had my gold card, how did he get it? And even as I asked that last question, a dark suspicion stirred. Quantico.
Eugenio had gotten up to see about our food.
'Benton,' I said as my blood roared. 'I let Lucy use that card last fall.'
'When she began her internship with us?' He frowned.
'Yes. I gave it to her after she left UVA and was on her way to the Academy. I knew she'd be back and forth to visit me. She'd be flying to Miami for the holidays and so on. I gave her my American Express card to use mostly for plane and Amtrak tickets.'
'And you haven't seen it since then?' He looked dubious.
'I haven't thought about it, to tell you the truth. I generally use MasterCard or Visa, and it seems to me that the Amex card expires this February. So I must have figured Lucy could have it until then.'
'You'd better call her.'
'I will.'
'Because if she doesn't have it, Kay, then I'm going to suspect Gault stole it when the Engineering Research Facility was broken into last October.'
This was what I feared.
'What about your bills?' he asked. 'Have you noticed any strange charges over recent months?'
'No,' I said. 'I don't recall there being any charges at all during October or November, 'I paused. 'Should we cancel the card or use it to track him?'
'Tracking him with it may be a problem.'
'Because of money.'
Wesley hesitated. I'll see what I can do,'
Eugenio returned with our pasta. He said he was trying to remember if there might be anything else.
'I think his last time here was Thursday night,' He counted his fingers. 'Four days ago. He likes the bistecca, the carpaccio. Uhhh, let me see. He got funghi e carciofi one time and cappellini plain. No sauce. Just a little butter. We invite him to the party. Every year we do this to show appreciation to friends and special customers,'
'Did he smoke?' Wesley asked.
'Yes, he did,'
'Do you remember what?'
'Yes, brown cigarettes. Nat Shermans,'
'What about drinking?'
'He like expensive Scotch and nice wine. Only he was' — he lifted his nose — 'snobbish. He think only the French make wine,' Eugenio laughed. 'So he usually got Chateau Carbonnieux or Chateau Olivier, and the vintage could be no earlier than 1989.'
'He only got white wine?' I said.
'No red, none. He would not touch red. I send him glass on the house once and he send it back,'
Eugenio and Wesley exchanged cards and other information, then our maitre d' returned his attention to his party, which by now was going strong.
'Kay,' Wesley said, 'can you think of any other explanation for what we've just learned?'
'No,' I said. 'The description of the man sounds like Gault. Everything sounds like Gault. Why is he doing this to me?' My fear was turning to fury.
Wesley's gaze was steady. 'Think. Is there anything else of late that you should tell me about? Weird phone calls, weird mail, hang ups?'
'No weird phone calls or hang ups. I get some strange mail, but that's fairly routine in my business.'
'Nothing else? What about your burglar alarm? Has that gone off more than usual?'
I slowly shook my head. 'It's gone off a couple times this month, but there was no sign of anything out of order. And I really don't think Gault has been spending time in Richmond,'