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The English Assassin :: Silva Daniel
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She reached into the case andpicked it up. When she did, an object slipped out. It was a narrow length of leather, and hanging from the end of it was a piece of red coral, shaped like a hand.
GABRIEL reached into the case and removed the pendant, his heart pounding against his ribs. “What does the note say?”
“ ‘You need this more than I do. Tell Gabriel he owes me one. With compliments.’ ”
Drawing his Beretta, he opened the door to the dressing room and looked out. Zaccaria Cordoni spotted him and hurried down the corridor to see what was the matter. Gabriel slipped the Beretta back into his pocket.
“Where’s the man who was outside this door before the recital?”
“What man?”
“The security guard in the burgundy-colored jacket. Where is he now?”
“I have no idea. Why?”
“Because someone came into this room while Anna was onstage.”
“Was any harm done?”
“He left a note.” Gabriel held up the coral charm. “And this.”
“May I see that?”
Gabriel handed the necklace to Cordoni, who turned it over in his hand and smiled.
“You know what that is?”
“Yes, I think I do. It’s harmless.”
“What is it?”
“A long time ago, we Cordonis used to be Corsicans. My great-grandfather came to Italy and started the Venetian branch of the family, but I still have distant relatives living in a valley on the southern end of the island.”
“What does that have to do with the pendant?”
“It’s a talisman, a Corsican good-luck charm. Corsican men wear them. They believe it wards off the evil eye-the occhju, as Corsicans refer to it.” Cordoni handed it back to Gabriel. “Like I said, it’s harmless. Someone was just giving Miss Rolfe a gift.”
“I wish it was that simple.” Gabriel slipped the talisman into his pocket next to the Beretta, then looked at Cordoni. “Where’s the man who was standing outside this door?”
THE Englishman spotted the water taxi bobbing in the Rio di San Polo beneath the shelter of a footbridge. Rossetti’s man sat behind the wheel wearing a hooded anorak. The Englishman boarded the taxi and ducked into the cabin.
Rossetti’s man opened the throttle. The boat grumbled and shuddered, then got under way. A moment later, they were cruising along the Grand Canal at speed. The Englishman rubbed a clear spot in the condensation and looked out at the passing scenery for a few moments. Then he drew the curtains.
She reached into the case andpicked it up. When she did, an object slipped out. It was a narrow length of leather, and hanging from the end of it was a piece of red coral, shaped like a hand.
GABRIEL reached into the case and removed the pendant, his heart pounding against his ribs. “What does the note say?”
“ ‘You need this more than I do. Tell Gabriel he owes me one. With compliments.’ ”
Drawing his Beretta, he opened the door to the dressing room and looked out. Zaccaria Cordoni spotted him and hurried down the corridor to see what was the matter. Gabriel slipped the Beretta back into his pocket.
“Where’s the man who was outside this door before the recital?”
“What man?”
“The security guard in the burgundy-colored jacket. Where is he now?”
“I have no idea. Why?”
“Because someone came into this room while Anna was onstage.”
“Was any harm done?”
“He left a note.” Gabriel held up the coral charm. “And this.”
“May I see that?”
Gabriel handed the necklace to Cordoni, who turned it over in his hand and smiled.
“You know what that is?”
“Yes, I think I do. It’s harmless.”
“What is it?”
“A long time ago, we Cordonis used to be Corsicans. My great-grandfather came to Italy and started the Venetian branch of the family, but I still have distant relatives living in a valley on the southern end of the island.”
“What does that have to do with the pendant?”
“It’s a talisman, a Corsican good-luck charm. Corsican men wear them. They believe it wards off the evil eye-the occhju, as Corsicans refer to it.” Cordoni handed it back to Gabriel. “Like I said, it’s harmless. Someone was just giving Miss Rolfe a gift.”
“I wish it was that simple.” Gabriel slipped the talisman into his pocket next to the Beretta, then looked at Cordoni. “Where’s the man who was standing outside this door?”
THE Englishman spotted the water taxi bobbing in the Rio di San Polo beneath the shelter of a footbridge. Rossetti’s man sat behind the wheel wearing a hooded anorak. The Englishman boarded the taxi and ducked into the cabin.
Rossetti’s man opened the throttle. The boat grumbled and shuddered, then got under way. A moment later, they were cruising along the Grand Canal at speed. The Englishman rubbed a clear spot in the condensation and looked out at the passing scenery for a few moments. Then he drew the curtains.