Bartholomew by Penelope Sky EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Penelope Sky
- Language: English
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There are days where you just feel like everything is going to go wrong, and
this was one of those days. How did I know? It was unexplainable, a feeling,
intuition. That’s my thing, intuition.
It’s normal for a policeman, they say…
Maybe it was the coffee spilled on my files, or maybe it was my stomach
groaning every couple of hours. Damn diet! But one thing was clear. It
wasn’t about to get any better.
A dead body is never good news.
I parked my car out front of a small townhouse—there are hundreds of them
in Nice—at the end of a dead-end street, which I guess would normally be
It was perfect for arranging secret meetings.
The place was already swarming with police cars, and security tape had been
set up to discourage people from coming too close. A few people gathered
with grave expressions on their faces—clearly the neighbors—and who
would never have predicted that this house would be a crime scene. I could
see the next day’s newspaper articles, talking about an ordinary family, a
polite and shy man who regularly visited his great-aunt.
Basically, an everyman.
But Bruno Santoni wasn’t the ideal neighbor, nor the perfect great-nephew,
and that, I knew very well.
The reason I had been called in was because I had been trying to catch the
bastard for a while now. Had he made a grave mistake this time? A part of
me hoped he had. Nothing puts me in a bad mood like knowing there’s a
killer walking my streets, especially one with Santoni’s past of murder,
racketeering, and all kinds of trafficking. The man was far from a saint. You
had to give him some credit—he never got caught.
I got out of my old Volkswagen and headed for the little ochre-colored house.
I passed a young woman in front of the iron gate, with her blonde hair in a
ponytail. She seemed to be a little bit out of breath.
“Hello, who’s in charge here?” I asked her.
“They’re all inside. Lieutenant Leonard is interrogating the owner in the
living room. The body is in the kitchen. It’s not a pretty sight,” she said,
lowering her gaze.
I was thinking that this could be her first homicide when she pointed to the
street and said, “I’m part of the forensic department. I’m going to get my
I stepped aside to let her past. I was sure she was a newbie. I’d never met her
before, and given her age, she hadn’t been with the police for long. For once,
at least they hadn’t taken hours to show up.
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