THE ANONYMOUS VENETIAN
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he came back.’ ‘It’s still Russia.’ ‘Hm?’ ‘It’s the ex-Soviet Union, but it’s still plain old Russia.’ ‘Oh. Thank you.’ She nodded in acknowledgement. ‘Do you think they eat anything else?’ he asked. ‘Who?’ Paola asked, for once at a loss. ‘The bats.’ ‘I don’t know. Ask Chiara. She generally knows things like that.’ ‘I’ve been thinking about what I said before dinner,’ he said, sipping again at his glass. He expected a sharp retort from her, but all she said was,
bed with. It seems little enough, that.’ He picked up the salad and sprinkled salt on it, poured olive oil liberally over the leaves, then added a large splash of vinegar. Brunetti handed him his plate and accepted the clean salad plate he was given in its place. Padovani pushed the bowl towards him. ‘Help yourself. There’s no dessert. Only fruit.’ ‘I’m glad you didn’t have to go to any trouble,’ Brunetti said, and Padovani laughed. ‘Well, I really did have all of this in the house.
turned into the street, looking for a light-blue Panda on the right-hand side. He walked to the end of the street, seeing no car that fitted that description, turned, and came back. Nothing. He noticed that, up at the corner, there was a large rubbish bin, and he crossed to the other side, thinking again of those pictures he had seen of what little remained of Judge Falcone’s vehicle. A car turned into the road, coming from the roundabout, and slowed, heading towards Brunetti. He backed between
entered Brunetti’s office. ‘It is a case of murder. Three murders, one of them a member of the police. I tell you this so that you will begin to realize that we are not going to let this go. One of our own has been killed, and we are going to find out who did that. And punish them.’ He paused a moment to let that sink in. ‘If you persist in maintaining your current story about the apartment, then you will eventually become involved in a prosecution for murder.’ ‘We know nothing about
that he had bought them because Ravanello had told him to and that he had never known what the shoes were going to be used for. Yes, he had taken his share of the rents from the Lega apartments, but he had not wanted the money; he had wanted only to protect his good name. Yes, he had been in Crespo’s apartment the night that Mascari was killed, but it had been Malfatti who did the killing; he and Ravanello had then had no choice but to help in disposing of the body. The plan? Ravanello’s.