Maybe living in Italy was a pipe dream anyway. She could go home to dear old Brighton and get a job utilising her Italian language skills before she ran out of money. Such a role might mean business trips to Italy and that would be something.

The rumble of the tractor drifted to her on the breeze. A figure on foot before it moved steadily from vine to vine. Curious suddenly, she turned back to her computer, adjusted the folder she was using as a light shield and tapped Tenuta Domenicali into a search window. A website flashed up and she chose the English language option.

Tenuta Domenicali is the vineyard and winery that has been at the heart of generations of the Domenicali family. On the south and west-facing slopes and terraces of the Orvieto wine region, above the town of Montelibertà in Umbria, the grapes are grown that produce the off-dry Tenuta Domenicali Orvieto Classico and the medium white Tenuta Domenicali Sangiovese.

In the past decade Emiliano Domenicali has taken over from father Salvatore as the winemaker. He says, ‘In our small vineyard we use the best of old and new methods to ensure a characterful product. Our grapes are harvested and sorted by hand but fermented in temperature-controlled stainless-steel tanks to preserve the hallmark freshness.’ Next to his quote was a picture of a slightly older, less sculpted version of Piero.

Salvatore, still very much involved in Tenuta Domenicali, is proud his sons are continuing to produce wine in the traditional way. A picture of an older man with beetling brows and a lurking smile in his eyes.

The commercial side of Tenuta Domenicali is in the hands of younger son Piero who developed the story around the wine. It’s he who finds the restaurants and other clients to appreciate it. Piero appeared more relaxed than his brother and father, his hair falling over his forehead and lips quirked on a half-smile.

The information about the Denominazione di origine controllata or DOC classification, roughly equivalent to the French Appellation d’origine contrôlée that defined quality standards, proved less interesting.

Zia returned to her task of choosing a private investigator to find Harry; he who might know why Tori had left Montelibertà a bright, lively, loving girl and reappeared as a wildly unbalanced young mother. Some organisations called themselves ‘tracing agents’ rather than private investigators but they all offered results via information from national and local registers, credit applications, company appointments, utility and phone billing, marketing surveys and Post Office redirects. It dispelled her visions of someone pounding the pavements in a trilby and trench coat.