put him in the clear, but weâre following up a couple of leads that may well give us something we can work with.â
Her eyes lit up. âWhat have you found out?â
I shook my head. âFor the time being, thereâs nothing I can tell you.â
Victoria got up and shook our hands. âI would like to thank you for everything youâre doing for Nazzareno,â she said.
âThatâs some woman,â said Max. âThere should be a few more bombshells like that wandering through this joint.â
âThatâs not such a good idea,â I replied. âBombshells like that attract a type of male clientele that I donât wish to see at La Cuccia.â
At half past four I drove to Padova, following Virnaâs car along icy deserted roads. The fields on either side of the main road were covered with thick frost. Even in the city center, there was no one stirring.
We made love slowly and for a long time. Virna was in great need of tenderness. As I smoked my last cigarette before going to sleep I told her I would like to go away with her somewhere, just the two of us. For a weekend, say. She weighed my words in silence.
âItâs the first time youâve come up with anything so romantic. I have to say the idea attracts me, even if a weekend is a long time. Iâm not sure you can play the lover for more than a couple of hours at a stretch.â
I could hardly blame her. Still, I pretended to be wounded by her lack of faith. âThink it over,â I said, to end the conversation. âYou can take your time. Right now Iâve got to finish this investigation.â
âIs the bimbo you were caressing tonight a key element in the case?â
âThereâs no need to be catty, Virna. Her manâs in prison. I was just trying to comfort her a little.â
âI never realized a private investigatorâs job description included that type of service.â
Somehow I couldnât take that in silence. We had a row.
Ten minutes later I was back in my car, heading home. I stopped off at a bar that I knew sold Calvados, not far from the covered market. I was intending to have just one and then go straight home to bed but I bumped into a couple of transvestites I had known for years and who were keen to talk. They told me how hard street-work had become since the Albanians had gained control of the racket, and then they related a whole series of amusing anecdotes about their clients. I didnât get home till midday. Just in time to grab a couple of hours sleep before Rossini came to pick me up. We were going to see La TÃa.
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Doña Rosa and Aisa had been out shopping. They were parading up and down in clothes and footwear by top Italian designers. Aisa had a split lip. The wound was recent and she kept running her tongue over it. I glanced at La TÃaâs hands. On the ring-finger of her right hand she wore a large Colombian emerald mounted on white gold. She noticed my glance and felt obliged to explain that she had caught Aisa flirting with a shop assistant. Aisa burst into tears and ran off into the bathroom.
Doña Rosa looked at us conspiratorially. âThe little tramp is beginning to tire me. Sooner or later . . .â
âWe donât give a shit about your aching heart,â Old Rossini hissed.
La TÃa pretended she hadnât heard. âDid you bring the list?â My associate had concealed it in a cigarette packet, which he now handed over. âThe names underlined in red are police informants. Those in black are mid-to-high level dealers. The others are all nobodies.â
La TÃa extracted the piece of paper and stuck it in her bra. It was her turn now. âGuillermo met the man youâre looking for in Bogotá, in a high-class whorehouse. He was there to find a girl he could take to Tokyo and put to work in Pleasure City . . .â
I raised a hand to
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