The Cambroni Vendetta by David George Clarke

Author:David George Clarke
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gupole Publications

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Shortly after seven o’clock, Rosselli made his way back to his car, wondering whether to risk another stroll in the evening light along the footpath. He could go a short distance, see if the divers were still there, and if they were, turn back and try another approach.

He was about to head off when he heard a vehicle approaching quite fast, given it was driving through a village. He looked up and saw a scruffy dark-blue Ford that was definitely exceeding the speed limit. He checked the number plate and immediately recognised it. The car belonged to one of the SCF detectives, the one that had brought Jennifer Cotton to the area that morning. Definitely worth following, especially as the detective was now on his own and, in the split second Rosselli saw him as the car passed, had the appearance of someone facing execution.

Rosselli jumped into his car, quickly settled Goccia and followed the blue Ford. About a mile from the village, the car slowed and the driver pulled onto an area of compacted mud near a farm gateway. Rosselli slowed as he drove past, stealing a look. He was surprised to see the detective leaning forward with his arms wrapped round himself as he banged his head on the steering wheel.

Has a body been found? thought Rosselli. Is he one of those wimpish types who faints at the sight of blood or a body? Or does his behaviour indicate something more significant? He pulled up at the next opportunity and waited as he watched the Ford in his rear-view mirror.

After several minutes, the dark-blue Ford pulled away from the side of the road and made its way past him. Rosselli gave it a distance of about two hundred metres before he started to follow. He didn’t have to go far. About half a mile farther on, the car slowed and turned into the short drive of a large cottage. Rosselli drove straight past with hardly a glance, but in his mirror he saw the driver’s door open and the occupant stagger towards a door at the side of the house.

Rosselli stopped, turned and drove slowly past the house, making a note of the number. It would be the work of only a few minutes to find this man’s name.

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