By Iain Pears
'This booklet dances with sun and color, light patinas and moving criteria, with humour and data making effortless partners' Mail on Sunday The monastery of San Giovanni has few treasures -- just a portray doubtfully attributed to Caravaggio. So Flavia di Stefano of Rome's artwork Squad is shocked to obtain a tip-off raid is being deliberate. The raid occurs, however the thieves are disturbed and grab the inaccurate portray, a curious icon of the Madonna, amazing just for the love within which it really is held through the neighborhood inhabitants. Or is that this what the thieves sought after all alongside? Does the legend of the icon's brilliant powers carry any clue? And who murdered the French broker present in the Tiber quickly afterwards? Flavia, with assistance from English artwork broker Jonathan Argyll, immerses herself within the intricacies and intrigues of monastic and police politics in an try to resolve the double secret, however the answer that awaits her is murkier and extra advanced than an individual may have recognized.
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I wondered why she was so keen to see me,” Mrs Verney said with a slight frown. ” Argyll snorted. “No, really. I am. ” “Ill-gotten gains? Really, Jonathan, you do sound like a Victorian melodrama at times. But if you want to put it like that, indeed. By my ill-gotten gains. ” Argyll snorted again. ”’ “Gin, please. ” She smiled sweetly at him. I know this isn’t easy, dear, she seemed to be saying. Argyll, who in fact rather liked the woman, however much a monster of turpitude she really was, crumbled into abject politeness.
One morning, she had been taken to school by her mother, dropped off at the gates. Two hours later a teacher had rung, wondering where she was. Even before the police could be told, Mikis had rung, warning against contacting anyone in authority. She remembered those broken fingers then, and the look on his face. The child was well and being indulgently looked after, he’d said. Nothing to worry about. She’d been told it was a surprise holiday, and she would have a wonderful time for the next month or so.
Was, dear. Was. There is a big difference. I told you. ” “Somehow I find that difficult to believe …” “Look,” she said patiently. “I am on holiday. Nothing sinister at all. I just hope that I can convince you eventually. ” “Sanctimonious? Me? You turn up here out of the blue …” “I know. ”’ asked Flavia brightly as she came in through the door with pasta and a couple of bottles of wine. ”’ “With sheer pleasure at seeing me,” Mrs Verney said smoothly. “Yes,” Flavia said. “Isn’t it nice? When I noticed she was here, I thought, how nice it would be …” Mrs Verney smiled.