Долорес Редондо – The Invisible Guardian (страница 8)
‘That does describe Flora rather well,’ agreed Aunt Engrasi.
‘I’ve got to go and see her, I’ll let you know how it goes later.’
Founded in 1865, Mantecadas Salazar was one of the oldest confectionery and patisserie companies in Navarra. Six generations of Salazars had run it, although it had been Flora, taking over from their parents, who had known how to make the necessary decisions to keep such a company going in the current market. The original sign engraved on the marble façade had been retained, but the wide wooden shutters had been replaced by huge frosted windows that prevented people seeing in. Making her way round the building, Amaia arrived at the door to the warehouse, which was always open when there was work underway. She gave it a rap with her knuckles. As she went in she saw a group of workers chatting while they made up boxes of pastries. She recognised some of them, greeted them, and made her way to Flora’s office, breathing in the sweet smell of sugared flour and melted butter that had been a part of her for so many years, as integral to her sense of identity as her DNA. Her parents had been the forerunners of the process of change, but Flora had steered it to completion with a steady hand. Amaia saw that she had replaced all the ovens except the wood-fired one and that the old marble counters on which her father had kneaded dough were now made of stainless steel. Some of the dispensers had been upgraded and the different areas were separated by sparklingly clean windows; if it hadn’t been for the powerful aroma of syrup it would have reminded her more of an operating theatre than a pastry workshop. In contrast, Flora’s office was a big surprise. The oak desk that dominated one corner was the only piece of furniture that looked at all businesslike. A large rustic kitchen with a fireplace and a wooden worktop acted as the reception; a floral sofa and a modern espresso machine completed the ensemble, which was really very welcoming.
Flora was making coffee and arranging the cups and saucers as if she was receiving guests.
‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ she said without turning round when she heard the door.
‘This must be the only place you wait, you almost ran out of the cemetery.’
‘That’s because I, Amaia, don’t have time to waste, I have to work.’
‘So do the rest of us, Flora.’
‘No, not like the rest of you, sister dear, some more than others. I’m sure that Ros, or rather Rosaura, as she now wants to be called, has time to spare.’
‘I don’t know what makes you say that,’ said Amaia, somewhere between surprised and upset by her older sister’s dismissive tone.
‘Well, I say it because our darling sister’s got problems with that loser Freddy again. She’s been spending hours on the phone recently trying to find out where he is, that is when she’s not wandering around with puffy red eyes from crying over that shit. I tried to tell her, but she just wouldn’t listen … Until one day, two weeks ago, she stopped coming to work under the pretext of being ill and I can tell you exactly what was wrong with her … she was in a temper with a capital“t” thanks to that PlayStation champion. He’s no good for anything except spending the money Ros earns, playing his stupid computer games and getting off his head on dope. To get back to the point, a week ago Queen Rosaura deigned to turn up here and hand in her resignation. What do you think of that?! She says she can no longer work with me and she wants her final pay slip.’
Amaia looked at her in silence.
‘That’s what your darling sister did; instead of getting rid of that loser she comes to me and asks for her final pay slip. Her final pay slip,’ she repeated indignantly. ‘She ought to reimburse me for having to put up with all her shit and her complaints, her martyr’s face. She looks like she’s got the weight of the world on her shoulders but she’s the one who chose to carry it in the first place. And do you know what I think? So much the better. I’ve got twenty other employees and I don’t have to hear sob stories from any of them, let’s see whether they let her get away with half of what I have in her next job.’
‘Flora, you’re her sister …’ murmured Amaia, sipping her coffee.
‘Yes, and in exchange for that honour I have to put up with all her ups and downs.’
‘No, Flora, but one would hope that as her sister you might be a bit more understanding.’
‘Do you think I haven’t been understanding?’ Flora asked, raising her head as she took offence.
‘Perhaps a little patience wouldn’t have done any harm.’
‘Well, that’s the final straw.’ She huffed as she tidied the items on her desk.
Amaia tried again. ‘When she hadn’t been to work for a couple weeks, did you go and see her? Did you ask her what was wrong?’
‘No, no I didn’t. What about you? Did you go and ask her what was wrong?’
‘I didn’t know anything was wrong, Flora, otherwise you can be sure I would have gone to see her. But answer me.’
‘No, I didn’t ask her because I already knew what the answer would be: that that shit has made her into a complete mess. Why ask when we all know the answer?’
‘We also knew the reason when it was you who was suffering, but both Ros and I stood by you.’
‘And now you can see that I didn’t need you, I dealt with it how you should deal with these things, by cutting my losses.’
‘Not everyone is as strong as you are, Flora.’
‘Well you ought to be. The women of this family always have been,’ she said, tearing a piece of paper loudly and tossing it at the wastepaper basket.
The resentment in Flora’s words made it clear she saw her sisters as weaklings, handicapped and half-baked, and looked down on them with an unsympathetic mixture of contempt and disdain.
While Flora washed the coffee cups, Amaia looked at some blown-up photos that were sticking out of an envelope on the table. They showed her older sister dressed as a pastry chef and smiling as she kneaded some sticky dough.
‘Are they for your new book?’
‘Yes,’ her tone softened slightly, ‘they’re the ideas for the front cover. They only sent them to me today.’
‘I understand the last one was a success.’
‘Yes, it worked out quite well, so the publishers want to continue along the same lines. You know, basic pastries that any housewife can make.’
‘Don’t play it down, Flora, almost all my friends in Pamplona have a copy and they love it.’
‘If someone had told
‘Times have changed … home-baking’s become exotic and trendy.’
It was easy to see that Flora felt comfortable with the praise and the taste of her success; she smiled, looking at her sister as if weighing up whether or not to share a secret with her.
‘Don’t tell anyone, but they’ve suggested I do a baking programme for TV.’
‘Oh my God, Flora! That’s amazing, congratulations,’ said Amaia.
‘I haven’t signed anything yet, but they’ve sent the contract to my lawyer so that he can go over it and as soon as he gives me the go-ahead … I only hope all this fuss about the murders doesn’t affect it. It’s been a month since that girl was killed by her boyfriend, and now there’s that other girl.’
‘I don’t know quite how they would affect you and your work; the crimes have nothing at all to do with you.’
‘No, not in terms of doing my work, but I think my image and that of Mantecadas Salazar are inextricably linked with that of Elizondo, and you have to admit that a thing like this affects the town’s image, tourism and sales.’
‘Well, what a surprise, Flora, here you are making much of your great humanity as usual. Don’t forget we’ve got two murdered girls and two destroyed families, I don’t think it’s quite the right moment to think about how this might affect tourism.’
‘Someone has to think of it,’ Flora declared.
‘That’s what I’m here for, Flora, to catch the person or people who’ve done this and help Elizondo return to peace.’
Flora stared at her sceptically.
‘If you’re the best the
Unlike Rosaura, Amaia wasn’t affected in the slightest by Flora’s attempts to upset her.
She supposed that the three years spent surrounded by men at the police academy and the fact that she was the first woman to reach the rank of inspector in the homicide division meant that she’d experienced enough jokes and teasing along the way to leave her with a steely inner strength and cast-iron composure. She would almost have found Flora’s spiteful comments funny if not for the fact that she was her sister and Amaia was saddened to be reminded of how callous Flora was. Every gesture, every word that came out of her mouth was designed to wound and cause as much damage as possible. Amaia noticed the way Flora pursed her mouth slightly in a grimace of annoyance when she responded calmly to her provocations and the mocking tone her big sister used, as if she was talking to a stubborn, ill-mannered child. She was just about to answer when her phone rang.
‘We’ve got the photos and the video from the cemetery, chief,’ said Jonan. Amaia looked at her watch.