For most part of the day Fabrizio had been left alone with his thoughts that is until Cal had come and demanded that he play chess with him.
"You know how this is played, don't you?"
Grimly Fabrizio had nodded, understanding exactly what Cal had in mind.
It must give his ego a severe boost up, if he can beat me.
Certainly Fabrizio wasn't great in playing chess, but he hadn't remembered that he was this bad either. Cal was winning one match after the other, while Fabrizio only started dimly ahead.
That's not as funny, as I thought it would be. Damn it, he isn't even complaining about losing!
What good was it to have a victim that didn't care at all about being one?
Cal was glad that Clarissa had gone to visit some friends again, though he was at same time angry with her. She had been gone for three days and hadn't even once called him.
Doesn't she miss me – just a little bit maybe?
Cal grumbled inside as nothing was going according to his plans. His love-affair seemingly didn't give a damn about him, Dawson seemed to have disappeared and Fabrizio – now well – Cal had thought that it would be a lot easier to turn him round against the gutter rat.
Fabrizio meanwhile kept staring into space tapping his finger on the table.
What the hell was taking Jack so long? Perhaps Cal was right, he had found the diamond, but instead of returning here, he had simply taken it to make himself a good life.
No, Jack wouldn't...
They had gone through so much more together...
"I think it's a little bit over time for your friend, right? Now, if I had such friends, I certainly wouldn't…," Cal calmly told him.
"You don't have any friends," Fabrizio hissed at him at the same time balling his fists, his face red with anger, though Cal wasn't so sure this time, if his rage was really directed at him.
Fabrizio jumped up unexpectedly and walked over to the window.
Your precious Jack won't come back, even if you keep standing and raving here the whole night – Cal thought smiling inwardly.
Though I would like to know too what's been withholding him. As much pleasure as it is to converse here with this idiot, trying to get him on my side, I still want to have my diamond back.
Fabrizio still looking out into the streets, was by now deeply lost in thoughts.
How had Dawson even managed to survive, if he can't even find a valuable diamond?
Fabrizio meanwhile wondered, if he really had already gotten hold on it.
For sure no one would be able to sell it as it would be attracting too much attention and what's good with possessing a million dollar necklace that you couldn't show anyone? Jack must know this too and if he has got it already, there's no way he could offer it to anyone.
It seemed alien to Cal that he would've disguised himself as children's father too – no Dawson was far too moral and upright for doing that. Hell, he hadn't even taken the twenty dollar bill Cal had offered him for saving Rose.
Thinking about it now it still appeared strange to him that someone from Rose's standing and with her education would be so silly to risk her life simply for an all too short amusement of seeing the propellers.
Adding to this Rose had certainly never been interested in any kind of technics. Whenever Cal had tried to tell her something about the newest invention in his company, explaining to her the benefits of their latest machine, she had just rolled her eyes in boredom.
Someone like her should surprisingly be caring about stuff like propellers?
Then again what did he know about women?
I never understood what Rose saw in this poor little boy or what Clarissa is doing with her friends, when I've been offering the world to them.
Yes, right, he could give them everything money could buy and yet they weren't satisfied. Ruth had told him once that Rose had loved those romantic novels with the real love kind of thing in it – so maybe this was why she had always been so dreamy and unrealistic.
The other thing that stroked him as weird was Ruth's letter. Now Dawson not returning, because he had changed his mind was one thing, but Ruth staying away too was completely different. True he and Ruth had never been the best friends, but she had always believed that he was best what she could wish for as husband for her daughter.
Second – she didn't take this much money with her. For sure she had run out of them by now.
Something is keeping me away…
Of course you couldn't write what it is…damn women…
Cal smirked again, looking at Fabrizio, who seemed to be deeply in thoughts.
"Come on now, this way he isn't coming back, let's play another game," Cal suggested making it seem like he cared for him.
"I don't want to," Fabrizio roared towards him though he had to admit that Cal's word lately made quite a lot of sense.
Did he really mean so little to Jack? Had he already forgotten about him?
And I've tried to help him…
"I tried to help you and you…," Fabrizio balled his fists aiming them against the nearest rose bowl.
He's letting me stay here as prisoner not sparing a thought about me. I bet he's even found himself a girl again.
Cal grinned observing everything from behind. Now Fabrizio was looking more than angry. He was hurt and Cal knew that it would only take seconds to make the bubble burst.
I've come here with you, stayed with you and even remained here…and you…you…
I hate you, Jack. How could you do this to me?
The thing Cal was aware of was an ear-splitting crash and when he looked up he could still see Fabrizio's left hand aimed towards the vase.
Finally it had happened.
With a loud thumb it had landed on the floor breaking up in thousand pieces. Cal stood up going over to Fabrizio and put a hand on his shoulder in both comfort and victory.
"I think its best, if we opt for playing again tomorrow. You should be resting now. Don't worry about the pot, I've plenty of them," Cal reassured him.
Indeed the look on Fabrizio's face was priceless. This was much better than he had thought.
At last he had him got just right where he wanted him.