Fatal Remedies: by Donna Leon

Author:Donna Leon [Leon, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Crime
ISBN: 9781407070513
Google: _KX8QxrKQK0C
Amazon: 0143112422
Goodreads: 17426600
Publisher: Random House
Published: 1999-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

15

Outside, neither man spoke for some time as they made their way back to the embarcadero. Just as they arrived, the 82 from the station was pulling in, so they took that, knowing it would make the wide sweep of the Grand Canal and take them to San Zaccaria, a short walk from the Questura.

The afternoon having grown colder, they went inside and took seats towards the front half of the empty cabin. Ahead of them, two old women sat with their heads together, talking in loud Veneziano about the sudden cold.

‘Zambino?’ Vianello asked.

Brunetti nodded. ‘I’d like to know why Mitri had a lawyer with him when he went to talk to Patta.’

‘And one who sometimes takes on criminal defence work,’ Vianello added unnecessarily. ‘It’s not as if he’d done anything, is it?’

‘Maybe he wanted advice on what sort of civil case he could bring against my wife if I managed to stop the police from proceeding with criminal charges the second time.’

‘There was never any chance of that, was there?’ Vianello asked in a voice that made evident his regret.

‘No, not once Landi and Scarpa were involved.’

Vianello muttered something under his breath, but Brunetti neither heard it nor asked the sergeant to repeat what he had said. ‘I’m not sure what happens now.’

‘About what?’

‘The case. If Mitri’s dead, it’s unlikely that his heir will press civil charges against Paola. Although the manager might.’

‘What about…’ Vianello trailed off as he wondered what to call the police. He decided and called them, ‘our colleagues?’

‘That depends on the examining magistrate.’

‘Who is it? Do you know?’

‘Pagano, I think.’

Vianello considered this, summoning up years of experience working with and for the magistrate, an elderly man in the last years of his career. ‘He’s not likely to ask for a prosecution, is he?’

‘No, I don’t think so. He’s never got on well with the Vice-Questore, so he’s not likely to be urged into it or to enjoy being cajoled.’

‘So what’ll happen? A fine?’ At Brunetti’s shrug, Vianello abandoned that question and asked instead, ‘What now?’

‘I’d like to see if anything’s come in, then go and talk to Zambino.’

Vianello looked down at his watch. ‘Is there time?’

As often happened, Brunetti had lost track entirely of how much time had passed and was surprised to see that it was well past six. ‘No, I suppose not. In fact, there’s not much sense in going back to the Questura, is there?’

Vianello smiled at this, especially as the boat was still tied up at the Rialto landing. He got up and made for the door. Just as he got to it, he heard the boat’s engines shift into a different gear and saw the sailor flip the mooring rope off the stanchion and start to secure it to the boat. ‘Wait,’ he called out.

The sailor didn’t respond, didn’t even look back at him, and the engine revved up even higher.

‘Wait.’ Vianello shouted louder, but still failed to achieve any result.

He pushed his way through the people on deck and placed his hand lightly on the arm of the sailor.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.