Chapter 5
“Check the top left drawer on the dresser,” the old spirit said from right over my shoulder. “He’s got my file in there.”
“What makes you think this is related to you?”
“I don’t think Signor Vianetti had any problems before I had him deal with my business. Well…eh…” She stumbled upon the words, flustered. “At least, I don’t think he gambles or drinks… Did not seem like the type.”
I paused and looked around, drawing a blank for a moment, then resumed my search.
“He also has few other clients, if any. He’s … how shall I say it? … semi-retired. My dearly departed sister had referred him to me years ago, God rest her soul. He wrote my will, too, you know. Il mio testamento.” Another gasp. “Mamma mia, che casino. This place needs cleaning up. He should be here at this time, but a
