Baccara Burning
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The last place exiled MI5 agent, Randolph Lowe, or Stella, once the world's most wanted assassin, want to be seen, is back on British soil.
Hiding out in Italy one year after their encounter with satanic demon, Ferris, Randolph and Stella are persuaded into travelling to Edinburgh in Scotland to solve a series of horrific and unexplained murders.
And when news leaks that Ferris is back on the move and MI5 are closing in, Stella and Randolph begin to wonder if there are any moves left they can make.
What will it take to rid Edinburgh of the evil of a 17th Century curse? Only Stella knows the answer.
The Baccara burns brightest in Hell
This title is the sequel to the popular 2009 novella, STELLA.
Colin Galbraith
Colin Galbraith was born in Paisley in 1973 and raised in Bridge of Weir. After attending the Open College of the Arts, he began writing seriously in 1999. He lives in South Queensferry.
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Baccara Burning - Colin Galbraith
BACCARA BURNING
by
Colin Galbraith
COPYRIGHT STATEMENT
Baccara Burning is Copyright © 2013 by Colin Galbraith
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Smashing Press Production
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Cover Art © 2013 by JT Lindroos
Cover photo by D Sharon Pruitt
eBook ISBN: 978-1-291-33596-5
First eBook Edition – March 2013
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CONTENTS
Copyright Statement
Also by Colin Galbraith
Acknowledgements
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
About the Author
ALSO BY COLIN GALBRAITH
Novels
SLICK
GATECRASH
HUNTING JACK
Novellas
GREENER IS THE GRASS
Paranormal
STELLA
BACCARA BURNING
(Note: Both available as one-book format)
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I'd like to thank Paul Devlin for providing the inspiration for Pat Devlin, Eva Schegulla and Stevie Ward for their advice and keen eyes, and JT Lindroos for his talent in designing the cover art.
The soundtrack I listened to while writing this book was 'Pocket Universe' by Yello.
DEDICATION
This book is dedicated to
Binny Bag of the Baggers Tribe
who I found in my armpit one mid-summer's morning.
In other words
To my wee sister, Lindsay.
Who is as much a great friend as she is a sister.
Chapter 1
Sorrento, Italy, Late Summer 1989
Stella slid into a red dress. She lifted her blonde hair and allowed it to fall over her shoulders, then looked at herself in the bedroom mirror, considered how she had changed over the past year, how everything had changed. She pushed her feet into her shoes, silver with medium high heels, and spun around to look at herself again. She turned to view her back, gently pulling at the low hang of her dress to reveal a small tattoo: three black roses entwined—the Baccara.
She had come to live with it and accepted that it was as much a part of her now as the colour of her eyes. While she was thankful it wasn't somewhere more prominent on her body, she found it hard to look at it, the memories it provoked still too much to bear.
Stella sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked around at the modest villa she now called home, what her life had become. The villa, built at the end of World War II, it held a typically rural Italian quality. Over the year, Stella, had applied her own brand of decoration to make two bedroom construct feel like a home: curtains, lamps, kitchen decor, and paintings of old Italian landscapes adorned the walls
She stood up and walked through to the main living room. A solitary lamp beside the rarely used fireplace flickered low. Several insects had taken advantage of the balcony door being left ajar to fly in towards the light. Stella paused with her hand over the lamp switch—she hadn’t opened the balcony door.
She slowly withdrew her hand from the lamp, her breathing instinctively slowing, and braced herself, listening through the thick silence. A faint rustle of papers from the spare room. She turned her head towards the sound, her eyes glowing with a piercing survival instinct, and without moving any other part of her body, she slid out of her heels and tiptoed silently across the tiled floor, gliding effortlessly through the living room and along the short corridor. Old habits die hard, she thought, as she pressed her back up against the wall and waited.
A shadow followed the intruder's leg as he walked out of the room. Without pausing for thought, she launched herself at the man, driving him face first into the wall then pulling him down by the arm and throwing him over her right leg. She forced his head down and locked his right arm in a reverse hold, held close to breaking point by Stella’s sleight of hand.
She looked at the grimace on the man's face through the dim light. Randolph!
she said. You might have told me you were home. I thought you were an intruder.
Randolph panted underneath her, unable to move other than to dribble onto the floor.
You do realise,
continued Stella. If I turn your arm so much as half a centimetre, I’ll shatter the bones in your arm?
Randolph attempted a nod and mumbled something urgently.
Stella let go. "Let me know when you’re home next time otherwise a broken arm is what you will get, she said, walking back through to the kitchen.
I seriously thought we were in trouble there."
Randolph curled up and brought his arm back into position, his bones aching from Stella’s assault.
Are you okay?
shouted Stella from the kitchen.
Uh—hu,
said Randolph, and wiped his mouth clear of saliva as he stood up.
Stella waited for him in the living room. Having closed the balcony door, she switched on the main light and walked over to the drinks trolley. Would you like a drink before dinner?
she asked.
Make it a strong one,
said Randolph. I’m going for a quick shower. I’m dusty after my walk.
Stella poured two drinks—one whisky straight with ice and one glass of Rosé wine—and took them out onto the balcony.
A deep forest hugged the coast line on either side of the peninsula forming the western edge of Sorrento Bay. The sun sank further towards a sharp horizon, casting long shadows through the trees, filtering an orange glow across the pure green of the foliage. The air was thick with moisture, hidden creatures squawking and chirping as they prepared for nightfall. Stella sat down and surveyed the amber glow of the sun as it dipped behind the trees surrounding the remote villa. It had been built on a rise so the forest ceiling remained below, providing a clear view over the bay. Remote was all she and Randolph knew—out of reach, out of touch and quiet—their life ever since Amsterdam, ever since the trouble with Ferris, the satanic demon.
She lit the candle on the table with a match and relaxed into her chair sighing deeply. She sipped on her wine. The smoothness and sweetness relaxed her. Beyond the roof of the trees Stella could see where the forest ended, a physical formation caused by the cliff face, below which lay the edge of the sea. To her left, nothing but sheer darkness; to her right the twinkling lights of Sorrento, and beyond, the city of Naples. Above her, the stars were out but no moon—a new moon would appear soon enough, just as it always did. She thought of Amsterdam whenever she saw a full moon, and tried to make herself think of something else. It had been on her mind too much lately.
The balcony door slid open and Randolph stepped out to join her. He had showered quickly and changed into trousers and a cream shirt, cufflinks, unbuttoned with no tie, and a sports jacket. He looked formal yet casual, like a rich entrepreneur; serious when he needed to be but a whole lot of fun the rest of the time. He looked dashing and handsome, younger than his 51 years by a long way, and he had a new slimmer look about him that only added to his appeal.
You look handsome tonight,
she said, handing him his glass.
Randolph took a sip of his J&B on ice, his eyes never straying away from Stella’s. And you, my dear, look as beautiful as I’ve ever seen you. I’m one lucky guy.
I’m sorry about what happened earlier,
she said.
I suppose I should be used to it,
he smirked. "Besides, you’re right. I should have let you know I was home—with your history I was lucky to get away with just a sore arm."
Ha ha,
said Stella then added, but also very true. You’re lucky there were no weapons within easy reach.
Randolph laughed but he knew there was an element of truth to what Stella had said. It’s a beautiful night to be celebrating our anniversary,
he said.
You remembered then?
said Stella, finishing her wine.
Of course. One year ago it all ended, which means we’ve been in this house for almost as long.
Is it really that long since we came here?
she mused.
It doesn’t seem like it,
said Randolph. Yet, when you think back to where we were and what we were doing, well, it was a different life altogether.
And best left in the past where it belongs.
Agreed,
said Randolph, spotting she had finished her drink. He threw his whisky back and placed the glass on the table, stood up and walked round to her chair, bent down and kissed her.
You smell delicious,
said Stella when they broke apart.
Randolph smiled. You know,
he