[Gia Santella 01.0] Gia in the City of the Dead by Kristi Belcamino

Author:Kristi Belcamino [Belcamino, Kristi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller, Noir, mystery thriller suspense, Hard-Boiled, women sleuth, Series
Publisher: Kristi Belcamino
Published: 2017-09-19T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

MY PLANE TOUCHED DOWN in Geneva at dawn. I’d slept through most of the flight after helping myself to several mini bottles of red wine. I woke to the flight attendant’s announcing our imminent arrival and lunged for my giant bottle of water. My tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth and my pulse was pounding a Congo line behind my eyes. Drinking on an overseas flight was one of the worst ideas I’d had in a long time.

With only my backpack, I ripped through customs, arranged for a rental car and headed toward my hotel in the center of town. I loved downtown Geneva with its stately old buildings, café tables on the sidewalks, and wrought iron balconies overlooking the street.

Checking in was an exercise in practicing my rusty French. I probably came across like a preschooler, but I got what I needed from the desk clerk.

The small room had a tiny, white desk with an upholstered chair, a white-framed bed with flowered bedspread, a dresser, a coffeemaker, and a bowl of fruit. No TV, which was fine by me.

I showered, ate an apple, some grapes, and drank about a pot of coffee before I headed out. I dressed as demurely as I could, in simple black pants, a white blouse and black blazer. I pulled my hair back in a low ponytail, grabbed some dark sunglasses and kept the makeup to a minimum. My rental car was ostentatious enough.

I missed driving my Ferrari, so I’d rented a Tesla Signature Roadster. I realized this was drawing attention to myself, but by the time word got back to my godfather — and that’s assuming he did have spies here in Geneva — I’d be long gone.

My plan was to show up at the widow’s house at eight–supper time–and surprise her. I hoped she’d open her doors wide. She’d put her address on the envelope for a reason, right?

Until then, I would take the Tesla for a spin. I’d been mellow on the drive from the rental agency to the hotel—I’d been more interested in the spectacular views of Lake Geneva including the famous Jet d’eau — a fountain in the middle of the lake that spouted water more than four hundred feet in to the air.

But now I itched to see what was under the hood. I was going to take the Tesla for a test drive through the nearby French Alps.

I grew up going to the races at Laguna Seca raceway. When I turned sixteen my parents bought me an orange twin turbo Dodge Viper and enrolled me in the Skip Barber Racing Course at the racetrack.

As soon as I learned to race, I decided I also wanted to learn how to work on cars. I got a job that summer in the pit crew at Laguna Seca, helping the mechanics change tires and refuel the cars. I think for a while my parents suspected I was the kind of girl who didn’t like boys, but that ended the night they found the thirty-year-old French racecar driver in my bed.

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