'Tranquil Beauty'
Belle Fiori:
I woke up in the morning to a fine, warm day. I lay on my back with my eyes open, gazing around at the newspaper articles that clung to nearly every square inch of the four walls and finally resting on one that read "Minding his own Business? - Businessman Claudio Fiori murdered." There was a large picture of him and his wife, standing arm in arm. I needed more information about Fiori, and the way in which to obtain it suddenly struck me when I was staring at the carelessly cut out piece of paper that was being constantly tugged by the invisible hands of the wind; Claudio's wife- Mrs Belle Fiori.
I walked briskly towards the two wooden doors that sealed the entrance to my source of information and rang the golden bell four times. It took about a minute before a figure emerged from behind the doors. Her long brown hair cascaded to her hips and a pair of dark brown eyes filled with melancholy looked at me. She raised an eyebrow slightly, as if to question my arrival, but even with this purpose, the expression on her frail face was apathetic. Strangely, her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily, most probably as a result of crying over the loss of her husband.
"I am Bruno Zenatti, a detective, and just want to ask you a few questions about your husband." I said.
"Can we go to the bar and discuss it. at Font Trevi's?" she replied. I didn't expect such an answer but I didn't mind, I needed a couple of drinks to soothe my stomach as I had forgotten about breakfast.
"Sure," I answered and she disappeared behind the doors for a second, coming out again with a coat and beret on. Belle locked the doors and together we walked along the cobble paths to Font Trevi in silence. She walked ahead of me, clearly expressing that she didn't want to talk to me yet.
I woke up in the morning to a fine, warm day. I lay on my back with my eyes open, gazing around at the newspaper articles that clung to nearly every square inch of the four walls and finally resting on one that read "Minding his own Business? - Businessman Claudio Fiori murdered." There was a large picture of him and his wife, standing arm in arm. I needed more information about Fiori, and the way in which to obtain it suddenly struck me when I was staring at the carelessly cut out piece of paper that was being constantly tugged by the invisible hands of the wind; Claudio's wife- Mrs Belle Fiori.
I walked briskly towards the two wooden doors that sealed the entrance to my source of information and rang the golden bell four times. It took about a minute before a figure emerged from behind the doors. Her long brown hair cascaded to her hips and a pair of dark brown eyes filled with melancholy looked at me. She raised an eyebrow slightly, as if to question my arrival, but even with this purpose, the expression on her frail face was apathetic. Strangely, her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily, most probably as a result of crying over the loss of her husband.
"I am Bruno Zenatti, a detective, and just want to ask you a few questions about your husband." I said.
"Can we go to the bar and discuss it. at Font Trevi's?" she replied. I didn't expect such an answer but I didn't mind, I needed a couple of drinks to soothe my stomach as I had forgotten about breakfast.
"Sure," I answered and she disappeared behind the doors for a second, coming out again with a coat and beret on. Belle locked the doors and together we walked along the cobble paths to Font Trevi in silence. She walked ahead of me, clearly expressing that she didn't want to talk to me yet.