Castello dei TrantiniSanto and Rita arrived bright and early at the villa. They knocked on the wooden window frame at the entrance and brushed by me as soon as I pulled the door open.
“So, you were in such a hurry, and we haven't spoken since you ran out on us at Carlino d'Oro,” Santo blurted out. I was certain that he had held the outburst in about as long as he could, but that time had expired.
“We know you know something,” continued Rita, “so why don't you tell us. Nonno Filippo was murdered, wasn't he?”
I thought about how to answer the question and watched with some concern as Ilsa appeared in a very short robe from the bedroom. Santo's eyebrows raised, not so much because he was surprised by her presence, more that he was pleased to see her in such a state. Rita took little notice
