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The Doomsday Conspiracy :: Sheldon Sidney
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“We know that, Lucca. We’re not interested in you. We’re interested in a boy named Carlo.”
Carlo. So that was what this was about. That fucking bracelet! What the hell had Carlo got himself into? SIFAR did not send men around looking for stolen jewellery.
“Well … do you know him or don’t you?”
“I might.”
“If you aren’t sure, we’ll refresh your memory down at headquarters.”
“Wait! I do remember, now,” Lucca said. “You must mean Carlo Valli. What about him?”
“We’d like to have a talk with him. Where does he live?”
Every member of the Diavoli Rossi had to swear a blood oath of loyalty, an oath that they would die before they would betray a fellow member. That was what made the Diavoli Rossi such a great club. They stuck together. One for all and all for one.
“Do you want to take that trip downtown?”
“What for?” Lucca shrugged. He gave them Carlo’s address.
Thirty minutes later, Pier opened the door to find two strangers standing there.
“Signorina Valli?”
Trouble. “Yes.”
“May we come in?”
She wanted to say no, but she did not dare. “Who are you?”
One of the men pulled out a wallet and flashed an identification card. SIFAR. These were not the people she had made her deal with. Pier felt a sense of panic that they were going to try to cheat her out of her reward. “What do you want with me?”
“We’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“Go ahead. I have nothing to hide.” Thank God, Pier thought, Robert is out. I can still negotiate.
“You drove down from Rome yesterday, didn’t you.” It was a statement.
“Yes. Is that against the law … was I speeding?”
The man smiled. It did nothing to change the expression on his face. “You had a companion with you?”
Pier answered carefully. “Yes.”
“Who was he, signorina?”
She shrugged. “Some man I picked up on the road. He wanted a ride to Naples.”
The second man asked, “Is he here with you now?”
“I don’t know where he is. I dropped him off when we got into town and he disappeared.”
“Was your passenger’s name Robert Bellamy?”
She knitted her brow in concentration. “Bellamy? I don’t know. I don’t think he told me his name.”
“Oh, we think he did.
“We know that, Lucca. We’re not interested in you. We’re interested in a boy named Carlo.”
Carlo. So that was what this was about. That fucking bracelet! What the hell had Carlo got himself into? SIFAR did not send men around looking for stolen jewellery.
“Well … do you know him or don’t you?”
“I might.”
“If you aren’t sure, we’ll refresh your memory down at headquarters.”
“Wait! I do remember, now,” Lucca said. “You must mean Carlo Valli. What about him?”
“We’d like to have a talk with him. Where does he live?”
Every member of the Diavoli Rossi had to swear a blood oath of loyalty, an oath that they would die before they would betray a fellow member. That was what made the Diavoli Rossi such a great club. They stuck together. One for all and all for one.
“Do you want to take that trip downtown?”
“What for?” Lucca shrugged. He gave them Carlo’s address.
Thirty minutes later, Pier opened the door to find two strangers standing there.
“Signorina Valli?”
Trouble. “Yes.”
“May we come in?”
She wanted to say no, but she did not dare. “Who are you?”
One of the men pulled out a wallet and flashed an identification card. SIFAR. These were not the people she had made her deal with. Pier felt a sense of panic that they were going to try to cheat her out of her reward. “What do you want with me?”
“We’d like to ask you a few questions.”
“Go ahead. I have nothing to hide.” Thank God, Pier thought, Robert is out. I can still negotiate.
“You drove down from Rome yesterday, didn’t you.” It was a statement.
“Yes. Is that against the law … was I speeding?”
The man smiled. It did nothing to change the expression on his face. “You had a companion with you?”
Pier answered carefully. “Yes.”
“Who was he, signorina?”
She shrugged. “Some man I picked up on the road. He wanted a ride to Naples.”
The second man asked, “Is he here with you now?”
“I don’t know where he is. I dropped him off when we got into town and he disappeared.”
“Was your passenger’s name Robert Bellamy?”
She knitted her brow in concentration. “Bellamy? I don’t know. I don’t think he told me his name.”
“Oh, we think he did.