By Donna Leon
At a cocktail party given via his parents-in-law, Commissario Brunetti meets Franca Marinello, the spouse of a filthy rich Venetian businessman. He's charmed - possibly too charmed, indicates his spouse Paola - by means of her love of Virgil and Cicero, yet surprised by means of her visual appeal.
A few days later, Brunetti is visited by way of Carabinieri Maggior Filippo Guarino from the within sight urban of Marghera. As a part of a much wider research into Mafia takeovers of companies within the sector, Guarino desires information regarding the landlord of a trucking corporation who used to be stumbled on murdered in his workplace. He believes the man's loss of life is attached to the unlawful transportation of refuse - and extra sinister fabric - in his company's vans. No stranger to mutual suspicion and festival among rival Italian police departments, Brunetti is however wondered by means of the more youthful man's behaviour.
Eventually Guarino is of the same opinion to electronic mail a photograph of his suspect, yet by the point the photo arrives, he himself is useless. used to be he killed simply because he received too shut? and the way is it that Franca Marinello is concerned?
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She caught me. ” Elizabeth took a step backwards. ” she said. ” Elizabeth sat down suddenly on a straight chair by the kitchen table. She began to cry. “How could you do that to me,” she said. ” “I . ” Elizabeth’s hands were both clenched and resting in her lap. She began to pound them slowly against her thighs. “Goddamn you,” she said. ” PERISH TWICE 21 She was crying hard now with her head down and her eyes squeezed almost shut. She pounded the tops of her thighs steadily. “We have to talk,” Hal said again.
PERISH TWICE 31 I shook my head. “He wanted more than I had to give,” I said. ” “I think we have cut it. ” “Woman,” I said. Julie looked at me. ” “I’ve taken on a new client,” I said. “She’s a professional feminist. ” I told Julie about Mary Lou. “Gee, send her to my house,” Julie said. ” “Exactly,” Julie said. ” Julie ordered a second glass of wine. ” I said. ” “Meet her at home, take her to work, leave her there, pick her up at the end of the day, bring her home, leave her there. If she needs to go out on busi- 32 ROBERT B.
Christ, no,” Hal said. ” 16 ROBERT B. ” “You think that’s all Nancy is? ” I shrugged. “I care about Nancy,” he said. ” “Well I can’t just . ” He shook his head. I waited. He shook it again. “It’s just such a mountain to climb,” he said. “Swell,” I said. “I guess . . you should do whatever it is you would do . . ” “This is what I would be doing,” I said. ” Hal shook his head. “Elizabeth couldn’t say that,” he said. ” I didn’t comment. Rosie sat on the floor transfixed by the small but nevertheless real possibility that we might move from booze to food.