Behind the walls the heavy green stands of cypress and pine did nothing to dispel the sense of gloom and foreboding. She shivered. ‘You must have been here before,’ he said as the boat pulled alongside the landing. She shook her head. ‘No. Never.’ He frowned. ‘I remember now. You didn’t come to Eduardo’s funeral.’ She sensed the note of accusation in his voice. ‘I didn’t make it in time. My flight had engine trouble and was turned back to Sydney. By the time I arrived, the funeral had already been held and Lily was barely holding herself together. There was no chance to pay my respects.’ He studied her, as if trying to assess if she was speaking the truth. Then he nodded. ‘So you can pay your respects now, if you wish. Or you can stay with the boat if you prefer. Some people are not fond of cemeteries.’ ‘No,’ she said, thinking nothing could be more forbidding than those imposing gates.
