Murder in Chianti by Camilla Trinchieri

Author:Camilla Trinchieri [Trinchieri, Camilla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
ISBN: 9781641291798
Publisher: Soho Press
Published: 2020-04-29T18:23:56+00:00

ELEVEN

Perillo held the phone away from his ear as Della Langhe went on one of his tirades. After a few minutes of being told he was incompetent, that he was unnecessarily complicating Della Langhe’s life, that if the case wasn’t solved quickly his career would be in jeopardy, Perillo tried to interject with, “It’s not my fault Gerardi became an American citizen.”

The substitute prosecutor seemed to grasp this, because his tone changed. “My secretary has already contacted the American embassy. As soon as they inform us of the name of his lawyer and whether he had any family there, she will inform you.”

“We also need to know if he corresponded with anyone in Italy.”

“Whatever information the Americans give us, I trust you will then act quickly.”

“I assure you, Maresciallo, that I don’t waste time. As we say back home, the rooster crows in the morning.”

Della Langhe sniffed over the phone. “I wouldn’t know about roosters, and Southerners do not have a reputation for haste. Keep me informed.” The line went dead.

Perillo slammed down the phone and made for the door of his office. “I need a cigarette.” Daniele followed.

Outside, the rain was coming down in thick sheets. Perillo stood under the eaves and took drag after drag. Why was he saddled with a pompous ass like Della Langhe for this case? Why not a reasonable substitute prosecutor? Maybe there weren’t any reasonable ones. He’d heard Della Langhe had gotten his job because he was in deep with the conservative party, who was now in control. But in Italy, no party stayed in control for long. Elections were coming up in March. There was hope. This time, he’d vote against Della Langhe’s party. In the past, he had left the ballot blank in protest. Politicians were all liars.

Daniele stayed on the other side of the entrance. Rain splattered on his shoes. “Do you think it will let up soon?” He was hoping the maresciallo would calm down and find a registrar’s office employee so he could ride his motorbike up to Radda, get the name and address of Gerardi’s sister and finally tell Rosalba she wouldn’t have to deal with the Florentine sketch artist. By now, she must know they’d discovered the identity of the man who’d purchased the bracelet. He didn’t have to go, but he wanted to see her, and he was more comfortable armed with an excuse. He had dreamt about her early that morning. The two of them were holding hands, their faces close. He’d leaned in to kiss her just as his alarm went off.

Perillo finished his cigarette in silence and tossed the butt into a wide puddle at the bottom of the stairs.

Daniele winced. He would pick that up later and throw it in the garbage.

Perillo ignored the wince and asked, “Did you look into the records for those kids?”

“I did. Bruno Dini and Katia Galli. No arrests. Same for the bartender at Hotel Bella Vista. I also checked to see whether there was any land for sale in the area.

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