Luca said, “We need to talk. He knows.”
Stella mulled the words. Who needed to talk? Jacopo and the murderer? Or had someone tried to warn Jacopo?
Luca added grimly. “I’ve called both the coroner and the Captain.”
Stella’s heart lurched. Without thinking, and without knowing why, she said, “I’m sorry.”
Salvo and Luca looked up. Salvo asked, “What are you still doing here?” as Luca said, “Bad luck, Stella, that’s all. Bad, rotten luck.”
She touched the pendant on her chest. “Maybe it’s run out of charm.”
Luca tried to smile, but with his eyes fixed on the body, it didn’t quite make it. “I’ve known him all my life. We played on the same soccer team.”
Salvo nodded. “Me too. An excellent forward.”
“That’s why he played with us, even though he was young.” Luca shook his head. “Who would
