Joanne Pence_Angie Amalfi 14 by The Da Vinci Cook

Author:The Da Vinci Cook [Cook, The Da Vinci]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Contemporary Women, Mystery & Detective, Fiction, Amalfi; Angie (Fictitious Character), Women Sleuths, Mystery Fiction, General, Restaurateurs, Women Cooks - California, Women Cooks, Rome (Italy), Restaurateurs - Italy - Rome
ISBN: 9780060758066
Google: w0eHPTf3FycC
Amazon: 0060758066
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2007-02-27T06:00:00+00:00

While Angie’s sisters waited like sentries for the Tiburon police to arrive, Paavo did more investigating on his own. The first place he checked was a his and hers home office.

It did look as if Charles had been kidnapped. But why? Did someone think Cat knew something about all this and had made Charles privy? And did she?

He booted up the two computers. Neither of the Swensons bothered with password security.

He logged on to Cat’s e-mail files first, and scanned through the sent and received messages. Almost all were about buying and selling real estate, although some referred to her old interior design business. There was hardly a personal message, joke, or even spam in the bunch. The woman was all work.

After increasingly quick scans of incredibly boring home sale information, Paavo shut down Cat’s computer and went to Charles’s.

There was nothing on it except some spam e-mail and a couple of get-togethers for golf. His history file showed that he spent all his time on financial centers—Quicken, Smith-Barney, UBS, Wells Fargo Bank—as well as an erotic literature download site. He’d never heard of Ellora’s Cave before this.

He soon left Charles’s computer and began to rummage through his desk drawers. A notebook neatly listed all of Charles’s computer passwords along with the sites involved. Very helpful. Since they had a fax-photocopier, Paavo made himself a copy and stuck it in his pocket, along with a list of Charles’s and Cat’s cell phone, home, and business telephone numbers.

In the bedroom, he did another search, not for anything in particular, but for something they didn’t want anyone else to see. If people like these two had a “secret something,” they invariably hid it in the bedroom. Maybe it was some innate nesting instinct, but he never found anything important in a living room, for example, or even a den. It was always in a bedroom.

He was about to conclude they didn’t have anything to hide when he opened a small top drawer. Inside, among other things, were monogrammed handkerchiefs—including a perfect match for the one found under the dead man’s body.

He stared, but his attention was drawn away by a Tiburon police car pulling into the driveway. Before he went down to meet them, he picked up the telephone in the bedroom. Holding the sheet with the Swensons’ various phone numbers on it, he called Charles’s cell phone.

“Hello?” a man answered.

“Charles?” Paavo said.

“Who’s this?” the man asked.

“Is this Charles?” Paavo repeated, although it didn’t sound like him at all.

Abruptly, the phone went dead.

Someone had Charles’s cell phone, and presumably Charles as well. His attention snapped back to the drawer where he’d found the matching sets of satin handkerchiefs, all with the C.A.S. initials embroidered in the corner. A drawer filled with men’s socks, linens, and boxes of cuff links. Men’s accessories.

The drawer belonged to Charles Arthur Swenson.

The handkerchief at the Piccoletti house had belonged to Charles, not to his wife.

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