Death at La Fenice: A Commissario Guido Brunetti Mystery
There is little violent crime in Venice, a serenely appealing floating urban of puzzle and magic, historical past and rot. however the evil that does sometimes rear its head is the jurisdiction of Guido Brunetti, the artful, urbane vice-commissario of police and a genius at detection. Now all of his admirable talents needs to come into play within the lethal affair of Maestro Helmut Wellauer, a world-renowned conductor who died painfully from cyanide poisoning in the course of an intermission at l. a. Fenice.
But because the research unfolds, a chilling photograph slowly starts off to take shape—a precise portrait of revenge painted with brilliant strokes of hatred and surprising depravity. And the limitation for Guido Brunetti are usually not discovering a homicide suspect, yet particularly narrowing the alternatives right down to one. . . .
Ten years more youthful, early sixties, maybe even later fifties. muscle tissues in very good tone, most likely via workout further to a quite often fit physique. No signal of ailment within the inner organs. He can’t were a drinker; liver was once ideal. unusual to determine in a guy his age. Didn’t smoke, although i believe he may need, years in the past, and stopped. I’d say he used to be sturdy for an additional ten or twenty years.’ comprehensive, he opened his eyes and checked out Brunetti. ‘And reason for death?’ Brunetti requested. ‘Potassium.
is smart. nobody listens to the lads who run the trains, so why may still a person take heed to musicians who get to listen to him all in the course of rehearsals?’ He set his espresso down so unexpectedly that a few of it splashed onto the desk. Paola’s in simple terms reaction was once to drag the paper toward her. ‘What did you say?’ ‘Hmm?’ she requested, not likely listening. ‘What did you are saying in regards to the conductor?’ She appeared up end result of the tone, now not the phrases. ‘What?’ ‘About the conductor, what did you simply say?’ As occurred.
It?’ ‘No greater than the standard. The director is a identified gay, and the soprano is at the moment rumoured to be so.’ ‘Do you recognize both of them?’ ‘I’ve by no means spoken to Santore, except to claim hi to him at rehearsals. Flavia i know, notwithstanding no longer good, simply because we’ve met at events and spoken to every other.’ ‘What do you think that of her?’ ‘I imagine she’s an excellent singer, and so did Helmut,’ she replied, intentionally false impression him. ‘And personally?’ ‘Personally, i feel she’s.
Help,’ Brunetti stated, notwithstanding he wasn’t certain what to make of what the musician had simply advised him. ‘Sounded like loads of lifeless gossip to me. not anything extra. yet i'm hoping it may possibly help.’ ‘Would there be any hassle if I stayed within the theatre throughout the performance?’ Brunetti requested. ‘No, I don’t imagine so. simply inform Lucia if you go away, so she will be able to lock this room.’ Then, hurriedly, ‘I’ve obtained to go.’ ‘Thank you again.’ ‘It was once nothing.’ They shook arms, and the musician left. Brunetti stayed within the.
‘Flavia’s like that. She doesn’t imagine a lot approximately what she does. She easily acts, does what she desires. It’s one of many purposes she’s a very good singer.’ ‘I might think it’s tough to dwell with.’ She grinned. ‘Yes, it's. yet there are compensations.’ ‘What did she inform you?’ whilst she didn’t comprehend, he extra, ‘About seeing him.’ ‘That they’d had an issue. He wouldn’t supply a transparent solution approximately even if he had written to her husband. She didn’t say even more than that, yet she.