subject had ceased to be an option. As soon as one person knew something, it was straight away potentially ready to be shared with the entire world. And by now the news had somehow slipped out that Kenny Polizzi had been murdered by a bullet in the forehead.
This made his death an even bigger story, definitely the lead item on the bulletin. More clips from
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were shown. More friends and associates were interviewed â even Bix Rogers got his moment in the media sun, which he clearly enjoyed hugely. Notable by their absence from the screen were Lefty Rubenstein and Lilith Greenstone. Charles wondered how they had reacted to the news.
He wasnât kept waiting long for an answer. Just as the newsreader had moved on to report possible financial meltdown in the Eurozone, he got a call on his mobile from Lilith.
âCharles, youâve heard the news about Kenny?â she asked.
âIâd have to have buried myself in a bunker under seventeen layers of concrete not to have heard,â he replied.
âRight.â
âIâm sorry. I feel I should be offering you condolences orââ
âThe hell with that. I hated the bastard. Iâm not about to make with the crocodile tears.â
âBut you must be feeling shock at the very least.â
A verbal shrug came from the other end of the line. âNot so much shock. Iâm just more aware of my good fortune.â
âOh?â
âLook, Charles, the divorce hasnât come through. I am still the rightful Mrs Kenny Polizzi. Unless the bastard changed his will before the divorce was finalized â which I donât think he did â Iâm no longer looking at a slice of his estate, Iâm looking at the whole lot. Which I must say, having put up with Kenny for as long as I did, is no less than I deserve.â
âHave you spoken to the police?â
âYeah. They talked to me.â
âDid they let slip any theories as to who might have shot him?â
âNo, the cops here â and in the States too, though to a lesser extent â tend to play that kind of information close to their chests. I think they were just kinda checking I didnât pull the trigger.â
âAnd you managed to convince them you didnât.â
âI guess.â
Charles chuckled. âAnd if I were to tell them I heard you saying youâd kill the bastard â¦?â
âI donât think itâd make too much difference to the way the cops are thinking. Besides ââ her voice sank to a level of great sultriness â âyouâre too much of an English gentleman to ever rat on me, arenât you, Charles?â
âI like to think so.â
âI like to think that maybe youâd like to join me for a drink at the Grand Hotel.â
âThat sounds a very attractive idea, Lilith. When?â
âHowâs about right now?â
There was a uniformed policeman, lingering as unobtrusively as a policeman in uniform can, in the foyer of the Grand Hotel. No great surprise, when Charles thought about it. This was where the late Kenny Polizzi had been staying. This was where his still-current wife was staying. The hotel management might well need back-up to hold at bay inquisitive journalists or devastated fans. The thought made Charles wonder how Gloria van der Groot, Kennyâs âNumber One Fanâ, had reacted to the news of her idolâs death.
Except for the policemanâs presence, a visitor to the hotel would have no inkling that anything untoward had happened to one of its guests. The Grand Hotel continued to be run with the quiet decorum that would be expected of a traditional five-star hotel on the south coast.
The girl he approached at the counter wore an immaculate grey suit and spoke good English, but with a marked Russian accent. Every hotel Charles had been into recently â which actually wasnât a great many â had seemed
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