Chapter 8
La Piazza, Venice
Giuseppe Hyannis was a worried man as he walked into the Caffe Florian which claimed to be the oldest café in the world. He felt like the oldest man in the world as he contemplated what was happening. There were too many unexplained events. As an accountant, he liked certainty; he found comfort in numbers, not in ideas, and there were too many of the latter in Lucrezia’s world right now. He had known her for a long time and her judgement had always been sound, but now he wasn’t so sure. She looked after him and she was an icon in Venice society, the real power behind the throne. The puppet ruler of Venice council was a shallow man who Lucrezia manipulated to her own ends, as he was far more interested in his appearance.
All in all, he was ideal for Lucrezia’s
