"Was Lilly around when you had that conversation with Marco?" Garini asked.
Fabbiola's mouth grew slack. "I don't know. Maybe. I . . . yes. Possibly."
Carlina threw Garini a warning glance. Better not question her further. Her mother would never overcome the feelings of guilt when she realized she had been the unwitting cause for the murder attempt on Lilly.
She knew he had understood her silent message, but the slight shake of his head showed her he was not going to stop asking questions.
"When did you tell Maria?" he asked.
Carlina frowned. "Maybe grandfather told her."
Fabbiola shook her head. "No. I let it slip, a day before she was killed. But I made her promise not to tell anybody, and I'm sure she didn't!"
Carlina swallowed. It hurt. Damn. Maybe, if Garini didn't question her further, Fabbiola wouldn't notice that her carelessness had caused Maria's death.
But no, she couldn't count on that. He wasn't quite the human computer she had thought at first, but he would not spare her mother. He had a job to do.
She put her arm around her mother's shoulders and met his gaze with defiance. No need to speak, he would know exactly what she was thinking. Yes, there it was. A tightening of his mouth, right next to that interesting little scar. She suppressed a sigh. Enemies once again.
"When you talked to Maria, was Marco anywhere near?" he asked.
"Oh, no." Fabbiola pushed the strand of hair back from her brow. "Marco came later, but he wasn't in the house when we talked."
"Where were you?" His question came hard and fast.
"We were in Maria's living room. I stood next to the window. Maria always smelled a bit . . . intense, so I opened it during our conversation."
Carlina glared at the Commissario. Enough was enough. He didn't need to spell it out.
Garini met her gaze, then knelt to feel Marco's pulse.
Carlina bent forward. "He's not dead, is he?"
Garini straightened. "No." He lifted his hand, picked a bit of polystyrene foam from Carlina's hair, and dropped it to the floor. "But your mannequin certainly is." His face softened. "How's the shoulder?"
"It hurts."
"Make sure you see a doctor."
She swallowed. Having him so near did things to her she couldn't control. "I will."
Stefano' gaze never left her face. "You look a lot like your father. Remind me to show you a video I got this morning."
Carlina's heart skipped a beat. "My father?"
He nodded.
"Of course she looks like Paul," Fabbiola said. "That's what I said all along."
Garini grinned.
Carlina couldn't avert her gaze. I love it when he smiles.
Their eyes locked.
"I'll call you," he said.
She had trouble with her breathing. "When?"
His smile deepened. "Yesterday."
THE END
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Temptation in Florence #2
Charmer's Death
Copyright 2013 Beate Boeker
Excerpt
Chapter 1
I
A shadow fell over her.
Carlina looked up from the cash register of her lingerie store Temptation, and a smile of pure welcome spread across her face. "Is it Christmas already?"
"What a nice greeting." Trevor took off his wet raincoat and dropped it onto the low bench in front of the register. "I feel like Santa Claus, coming early." He went into the area Carlina kept for herself and placed both hands on her shoulders. "Let me have a look at you, my girl." His blue eyes shone. "You're looking well."
She laughed and removed his hands from her shoulders. "Not good enough for your standards.” One of her eyebrows lifted in a half-reluctant question. “Who is it this time?"
He gave he a mischievous smile. "A ravishing redhead. She's exquisite."
"Of course she's ravishing." Carlina shook her head. "I never expected anything else.” She leaned against the cash register and pushed both hands into the pockets of her trousers. With a slight frown, she looked at him for a moment, the silence between them easy, as if they were friends, which maybe they were . . . though their friendship was unusual, to say the least. Then she surprised herself and him by asking. “Are you never going to settle down?"
He opened his eyes wide in mock surprise and pushed a tanned hand through his black hair. It was graying at the temples, but that didn't make him less attractive – on the contrary.
Carlina suppressed a grin. He knows how attractive his arm looks when his muscles bulge like that. That's why he's wearing a tee-shirt. She slanted a look at the rain outside, beating down on the ancient buildings of the historical center of Florence and rubbed her hands over the sleeves of her light-green cashmere sweater, glad to be warm.
"Of course I'm not settling down." Trevor's heavy signet ring blinked in the store's light. "Life would be without zest, wouldn't it?" He shook his head. "What kind of a question is that anyway? I'm your customer." He winked. "Have they taught you no manners?"
"I save them for those who appreciate them." Carlina grinned back. "I'm sorry to hear she's a redhead because I've just unpacked a delightful Christmas set in a gorgeous red color.” She pointed to the shelf at her left. “It's over there. The slip ties at the side and is decorated with white feather balls. I thought of you when I ordered it."
He smiled. "Keep it for next year, Carlina. I'll find a raven-haired woman to match that set."
He called her with the nickname her family and half the town used – Carlina instead of Caroline. She didn't mind that at all, but at his words, she didn't know if she should laugh or be offended. "Do you have no shame?"
"Why should I?" He shrugged. "I'm not promising them everlasting love. They know what they let themselves in for. I'm always honest."
Carlina cocked her head to the side. "But what if they hope for more?"
"I can't help it if they choose to delude themselves." He made a move with his hand as if to wipe away the conversation. "Enough about that. How about you? Have you settled down, as you call it?" He grinned. "Or something better?"
The image of Stefano's face rose in front of her inner eyes, but she pushed it away. Even if her relationship with Stefano had developed into more than a romantic craving, which, alas, it had not, she would not discuss him with Trevor. Her feelings were too . . . private, too precious to share with this man who went out with a different woman every Christmas, as if they were Christmas trees, raised to shine for four weeks a year, discarded afterwards. "No."
"No? Just a simple no?" Trevor shook with laughter. "How can the owner of the most wonderful lingerie store in Florence, no, in the world, live like a nun?"
She grinned. "For the first part of that sentence, thank you. For the second, no comment."
He sighed. "Ah, you're hard."
Carlina shook her head. "Nowhere near as hard as you are."
"Me?" The blue eyes opened wide, mesmerizing her. "I'm not hard."
"I wonder if your many exes agree." She regarded him, thoughtful. "How do you do it?"
"What?" Trevor stroked his cheeks as if he had just finished shaving.
If only he didn't know what a determined jaw he has, and how good his chin looks when he pushes it forward like that. I would like him even better. "How do you get rid of them so easily?" she asked.
"It's all a matter of preparation," Trevor said. "I tell them from the start we're going to have some delightful weeks. Not more, not less. When my vacation comes to an end, the relationship ends, too. It's as easy as that. Every Christmas."
His words were callous, but his honesty disarmed her. He's too charming for his own good. "Was it always that easy?"
Trevor flinched. "Let's not talk about the mistakes of the past. It's way too nice to be back in F
lorence again. Now show me what you think would suit my stunning redhead."
Carlina didn't move. "What will happen if you ever fall in love?" she asked.
He turned to a black lace bra and grinned over his shoulder. "But I do, my dear. I do. Every single time."
II
Annalisa leaned against the cash counter of Temptation and glared at her cousin. "It's time to close this shop." She pronounced each word with care, as though Carlina was deaf. "Now."
Carlina tidied her desk with hurried moves. "Just a minute, Annalisa. I only need to file this invoice, and then . . . " She hated to leave stuff lying about when closing up for the night.
"You've been saying this for a quarter of an hour, and I'm bored." Annalisa rolled her eyes. "I'm also hungry, and you promised me dinner."
Carlina smiled at her. "You won't starve. Besides, do you know that you sound like a five-year-old kid and not like an almost-twenty-year-old woman?"
"Ha. Almost twenty." Annalisa turned a strand of her long hair in her hand. "That's just the point. I'm spending my life waiting, and before I know it, whooosh, I'm twenty, past the age of all fun."
Carlina shook her head. "Dreadful. But there is a life beyond twenty, believe me. At thirty-two, I have sufficient experience to tell you."
Annalisa made a contemptuous move with her hand. "Your universe is this store."
"Quite right." Carlina looked around. Her gaze came to rest with pride on the clever storage drawers beneath each hanger that kept bras of all sizes in well-assorted rows, on the brand-new window mannequin, on the red Christmas bra and panties she had put on display today. "It's enough for me," she said. "You shouldn't underestimate how attractive a tiny universe can be if it's all in your own hands. You can manipulate it, and it's up to you to make it a success. Few things equal that feeling."
Her cousin perked up. "Yes, I see what you mean. I love the name of your store, always have.” She sighed. “Temptation . . . it's perfect." Then she frowned. "But isn't it boring to deal with the same stuff year in and year out?"
"There is a lot of variety, believe me." Carlina smiled. "The lingerie industry may not advance in the same huge steps as mobile communication, but there are always changes. In a few days, for example, I'll exhibit at the Florence Christmas Fair for the first time.”
“I've heard about that.” Annalisa said. “Doesn't the wife of the major organize it?”
“Yes, Sabrina does. It's her dream to support the businesswomen of Florence, so she came up with the concept of the Christmas Fair. Do you remember my school friends Francesca, the glass blower, and Rosanna, who has that great flower shop?”
“Nah.” Annalisa shrugged. “Unless you mean that tiny woman who looks like a cross between a troll and a fern?”
Carlina grinned. “That's Rosanna. Sabrina invited them both, and some others, to exhibit the crafts of Florence during the fair.”
“Hmm.” Annalisa looked at an embroidered bra. “But the underwear you sell isn't exactly Florentine art, is it? So how come you were invited?”
“They still had some room to fill, so Rosanna thought of me and suggested that I join, and I developed a concept for lacy underwear. The lace is from Bartosti.”
Annalisa started to shake with silent laughter. “Bartosti? The big lace company? You're kidding me.”
Carlina swallowed. “Stop laughing. My underwear has nothing to do with their usual lace coverings for toilet rolls. It's sexy, believe me.”
“Lace coverings for butts.” Annalisa shook her head. “Whatever will you do next?”
Carlina wanted to change the subject. It had taken her weeks of hard work to develop something she liked together with Bartosti, and she didn't like the idea of consumers laughing at her efforts. Hopefully other people wouldn't react like Annalisa. Maybe it had been a mistake to team up with such a traditional manufacturer.
“Can I see that super-lace-thing?” Annalisa asked.
“No.” Carlina pressed her lips together. “Come to the fair on December 23rd, then you'll see it.” And don't you dare to laugh in front of strangers at my work.
Annalisa frowned. “Aren't you a bit touchy?”
Carlina tried to get a grip. Yes, she was touchy, damn it. It was her work, her life, and this whole project was new, something she had never tried before. Better change the subject. “I've got something else to show you, something you'll like for sure.”
She went to the tiny storage space in the back of her store. "Come here." To make more use of the limited space, she had installed two rows of shelves, one in front of the other. The front row was set on wheels that ran in guiding rails, so she could push it aside whenever she wanted to reach into something beyond or get access to the bathroom door. With a flick of her wrist, she moved the front shelf aside and reached into the cubicle behind.
Annalisa looked around. "It reminds me of a galley; no millimeter is wasted here."
Carlina laughed. "Spot on. I got in a yacht builder when I set this up. He had great ideas." She pulled out a flat cardboard box and opened it.
Her cousin chewed on her lower lip. "You know, I start to see why you find it so interesting."
Well, that's something at least. "You've seen nothing yet. Look here." Carlina held out her hand.
"A pair of nylons?" Annalisa raised her slim eyebrows. "What's so special about them?"
"They've been woven with the latest technology. They guarantee you'll have no more runs."
Annalisa's eyes widened. Her fingertips touched the soft material. "No more runs?"
"Yes. Ricciarda and I tested it." Carlina beamed at her. "It's a special way of weaving that makes sure any small hole at the toe remains a hole and won't create a run up to your hips."
Annalisa blinked. "Are you telling me one pair of nylons will now last a lifetime?"
Carlina laughed. "No. It's still a fragile material. But at least you won't have to chuck them the minute a tiny hole appears somewhere."
"Wow. That's cool." Annalisa put her head to one side. "But isn't that bad for your business? I mean, people will buy fewer nylons if they don't tear them anymore."
"No." Carlina smiled. "I happen to have the exclusive rights for these nylons in Florence. It took two months of hard negotiation before they agreed to the deal." The memory still filled her with pride. "Even if eventually the nylons will be available elsewhere, people will start to buy more expensive nylons now that they last longer, so for me, that's fine." She held out the package. "Here, take a pair. I'll officially start to sell them tomorrow, but you'll get a few hours' head start."
Annalisa's face lit up. "Wow, that's great. Thank you." She slipped the nylons into her golden handbag and looked around the storage room. "You know, I think your business is quite fascinating after all."
Carlina looked at her cousin with affection, her irritation almost forgotten. "Says the jaded almost-twenty year old who thinks she's past the age of fun."
Annalisa's smile revealed a row of pearly teeth. ". . . and starving besides."
How gorgeous she looks. Carlina made a shooing motion with her hands. "Back up. I'm done now, and we'll walk to Gino's."
Annalisa obeyed with a shudder. "Walk? But the weather is dreadful."
"It isn't raining, and after all these hours inside, I need a bit of air." Carlina turned off the light at the back, leaving on the ones that illuminated the shop window. A sharp gust of wind tore at their jackets as they left Temptation.
"Brrr." Annalisa hunched her shoulders. "Are you sure you want to walk?"
"The Vespa isn't warmer." Carlina locked the door and set the alarm. Temptation's top location on Via de' Tornabuoni was an attractive target for thieves.
Annalisa opened her eyes wide. "I'm not talking about your Vespa. Ever heard of taxis?"
Carlina took her cousin by the arm and walked her along the ancient houses toward the Arno river. Festive decorations glittered from the shop windows in the luxury stores they were passing. "Oh, come on. You're not made of
sugar." She took a deep breath. "This wind is invigorating, don't you think?"
Annalisa gave her a look that spoke volumes. A sudden gust whipped up her red hair so that for an instant, she looked like a wild witch flying on a broom.
Carlina tightened her scarf around her neck. "Funny, I'd have thought there would be more people about, just a week before Christmas."
"Not at nine o'clock in the evening." Annalisa held back her hair with one hand. "Every respectable shop owner closed the door hours ago; only you insisted on staying late."
"I still had to unpack the nylons. I hope for a great pre-Christmas rush tomorrow because I put ads in several papers." Carlina dug her hands deep into the pockets of her red coat. "I'm so glad they arrived in time. They got held up in customs. I was afraid people would storm Temptation tomorrow, and I would have nothing to sell." She grinned at her cousin. "And you talk about it being boring. It's more exciting than a thriller."
Annalisa laughed. "Yeah, sure."
They reached the Lungarno Corsini and turned left.
Annalisa slanted a look at the Arno. "The water looks awful. So gray and dirty."
Carlina leaned over the stone wall that separated the sidewalk from the steep embankment. Her gaze swept over the row of houses on the other side, taking in the mix of green wooden shutters, red tiled roofs, and the soft colors of the house fronts. Cream, faded terracotta, and soft yellow alternated, creating a mellow blend. Each house had a different height. Some were slim, crooked from age, some broad and feisty; some windows had arches, some grilles, some barren flower boxes. They looked weather-beaten, standing with clenched teeth in the icy wind, but they stood their ground, as they had done for centuries.
She smiled and turned her head to get her favorite view of the Ponte Vecchio bridge, loaded with shops. Additional rooms clung like fat beetles onto the back walls of the shops, hanging in precarious positions over the foaming water.
A feeling of tenderness swelled her heart, and she took a happy breath. "It's no wonder the tourists are in rapture whenever they see the Ponte Vecchio. It's so . . so Italian. This bridge could not stand anywhere else in the world."
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