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Excerpt: Camera Obscura by Rosanne Dingli

Title: Camera Obscura

Author name: Rosanne Dingli

Genre: Cultural thriller / romantic suspense

Camera Obscura by Rosanne Dingli, excerpt at www.WritersAndAuthors.info


Brief author bio:  
ROSANNE DINGLI has authored four novels, six story collections, two novellas, and a poetry book. Active in publishing since 1985, she has lectured in Creative Writing and English, and has held roles such as Editor-in-Chief, Columnist, and Literary Editor. This author has published with academic, commercial, traditional, and local government presses, and is a popular workshop facilitator. Her fifth novel is due for release in 2015. She lives and writes in Western Australia.

Excerpt

Minnie looked him straight in the eye in the same way she had when she explained she had no idea who the man on the phone was who addressed her as ‘darling’. Bart had insisted the caller knew it would be her on the other end of the line. Stay where I can find you, he had said, or something to that effect.
Minnie came up with no reasonable explanation. She could only guess, like Bart was doing. ‘I have no idea,’ she repeated. ‘The receptionist must have put the call through to the wrong room.’
‘He very clearly said Miss Cuff. No – Miss Scarf, I don’t know.’
Her bright eyes were immediately wide, then blunted. ‘Sca… Well, nobody calls me that, do they?’
‘What do they call you?
Her eyes widened. Then she turned away and giggled. ‘Minnie. Just plain Minnie.’ She laughed again, poked him playfully in the chest and started talking about something else.
Deflected once more, resigned to not knowing, Bart shrugged. Scarf, Cuff – what did it matter in the end?
Her phone pinged. Minnie looked at Bart rather than dig it out of her bag.
‘Your phone,’ he said pointedly, and remembered similar words Erin had said the night everything shifted.
She looked at a message on the screen and bit her lip. Her eyes met his, and he saw her trying to decide what to say.
‘What?’
‘Work,’ she said. ‘They want me back.’
‘What – now?’
Minnie smiled brightly. ‘Not instantly. Let’s go.’
He was annoyed at himself. He always ascribed too much meaning to slips of the tongue and minor errors. Perhaps he was too used to working with journalists. In Minnie’s case, it was impossible to match any of her details with anything solid, so why even try?
‘Hand me that cosmetic bag, will you?’ She called from the minuscule bathroom. Her untidiness was endearing, like nothing he was used to, like all of her. Her back was turned and he could see her regular features reflected in the lit up mirror: the dimple in her cheek, the mole close to her jaw line. The green of her dress gave her skin a dull glow. She looked Pre-Raphaelite, wild and gorgeous. 
Bart searched underneath a pair of sandals, toe to heel, unusually neatly pushed into a corner of the suitcase. He felt cotton, satin, and wool with his fingers, but saw no cosmetic case. Sliding his hand beneath a folded pair of jeans, his fingers encountered a tight cylinder, solid to the feel, its rigid presence surprising him. But the cosmetic case was there, under a fold of denim, so he picked it up by its zipper tag.
‘Here you are. What’s in that cylinder?’ His tone was casual.
Minnie did not turn round.
‘There’s a tube in your bag.’
‘Oh, that. I bought a print.’ She said it a bit too quickly. ‘It’s um … meant to be a surprise. Don’t look.’ Her voice sounded disappointed in spite of the smile in her eyes. ‘Or you’ll know what I got you.’
Taken aback, Bart felt a rush of embarrassment. He did not think to buy her anything: not even a small souvenir of the island. He had seen small clay jars, fat goddesses, and colourful glassware that were quite attractive, not to mention local jewellery, in filigreed precious metals and tiny gems. Turning away and looking out on the Mellieha fields, he promised himself to duck into a jeweller’s and get her something to remember the trip by.

***

The car ahead of Bart took a sharp left. He followed it, when Minnie read a sign for the university, hoping to turn back when he reached a right fork. There was no right fork, merely a vacant block of land full of stony debris and litter. A sign among the litter forbade dumping of rubbish. It tilted sideways and swayed in a slight breeze in front of a bank of high reeds and a rubble wall to one side, which looked favourable.
‘Hold on!’ Bart took the car into the vacant lot and steered precariously over bumps and debris until they were completely hidden behind reeds and rubble. He killed the engine and exhaled loudly. ‘We’re going to have to wait here … indefinitely.’
Minnie nodded. She seemed out of breath: like they had escaped on foot rather than in the rental car, whose condition on return to the agency was going to pose some tricky questions. ‘The car will be scratched,’ she said, with a lopsided smile.
‘That’s what I’m thinking.’
They listened for noise, car noise beyond the reeds, but heard nothing. Tooting and the noise of tyres on bitumen came from the distant surfaced road leading to the university, which they had never seen. ‘Another traffic jam.’
‘Yes.’
‘What I can’t understand is why the guy tailing us doesn’t just come up to us at the hotel. Listen, Minnie – when you said …’ Bart turned towards her, twisting in the confines of the small vehicle. ‘You said they’d find you. You said they’d come to you. Those stamps – you dropped them off to someone, haven’t you? Someone here, on the island. Are these … is that station wagon …?’ Bart was irritated at his inability to form a complete sentence. He slapped his thigh in frustration.
Minnie put her hand over his, forcing him with her silence to be quiet. ‘No.’
‘No?’ He stopped to think. ‘Who did you mean when you said they’d find you?’ He looked around the vacant block, which was suddenly becoming darker. In the gathering dusk, the reeds would soon surround them with blackness. ‘Who are the guys following us? Come on – you must know.’
‘I’m not entirely sure, but they’re concerned with the stamps, too.’
‘Too?’ It was too much for Bart. ‘Where are the stamps now?’ It did not feel as though she had the opportunity to drop them. ‘Look – I’m in this too deep. I need to know what is going on, for the safety of both of us.’
‘The main thing is that my um ... my firm needs to have me back in um ... back. Quite soon. We have some clients who are rather anxious about ah – other consignments.’
‘Other consignments! Clients getting anxious. How do you know?’ Bart felt he sounded like Minnie did earlier, doubting all facts that were presented.
‘I … We – look, Bart, I don’t know everything.’
‘You’ve been in touch, though. You have communicated with someone, here on the island, or they wouldn’t know where we are. Have you? I really need to know.’
Minnie was silent.
‘Did you make a phone call?’ He insisted, through clenched teeth, staring out through the windscreen at the darkening rubble.
‘Yes. But it was safe – on my mobile, to my office.’
He shook his head. She did not sound convincing, but if what she said was true, someone at the office had let on. Someone wanted her, or what she was carrying, badly enough to follow them half the way round Europe. ‘I don’t believe this. Let's get out of here.'
Under cover of darkness, Minnie directed Bart’s manoeuvres and he reversed out of the plot back onto the tarred surface. The drive to Mellieha was uneventful, and they heaved sighs of real relief when they were finally behind the closed door of their hotel room.

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