'Tranquil Beauty'
Further elucidation:
I restrained the rising urge for another drink and left the bar. I had to see where Belle was going. I followed her to a café a few streets from Font Trevi where she sat for at least half an hour, casting furtive glances in every direction until she finally left for home. When she had gone, I decided to walk to the police station where I worked as a detective and see what other information I could find about the Fioris. I delved my hands into the pocket of my cloak to find a cigarette and lighter.
Smoking was one of the best ways that allowed me to block out the noise around me and concentrate on thinking things through in my head. Desultory images and ideas saw birth in my mind until they came to a concourse. Belle was obviously waiting for someone at the café. When I unexpectedly arrived at her door this morning, she was interested to see me for some reason, but, she already had a meeting with another person at that café so she insisted on going to Font Trevi, which was in proximity to the meeting place of her appointment.
It was late in the evening when I arrived at the police station. Something had instigated much excitement in the air.
"Hey Bruno!" yelled Angelo over the cacophony, "We got a new workmate coming to our branch."
"Uh.great," I remarked and went into my office, shutting out the commotion outside.
"Belle, Belle, Belle.what kind of 'tranquil beauty' are you? A murderer who is nothing but fatal attraction or are you the woman for me?" I thought. The computer in front of me droned softly. I moved the mouse to de- activate the screen saver and to my surprise, I realised that someone had been on my computer. A message box appeared, reading: Are you sure you want to delete this file? I clicked 'no' and the file instantly materialised on the screen. It was a database on Belle Fiori.
I restrained the rising urge for another drink and left the bar. I had to see where Belle was going. I followed her to a café a few streets from Font Trevi where she sat for at least half an hour, casting furtive glances in every direction until she finally left for home. When she had gone, I decided to walk to the police station where I worked as a detective and see what other information I could find about the Fioris. I delved my hands into the pocket of my cloak to find a cigarette and lighter.
Smoking was one of the best ways that allowed me to block out the noise around me and concentrate on thinking things through in my head. Desultory images and ideas saw birth in my mind until they came to a concourse. Belle was obviously waiting for someone at the café. When I unexpectedly arrived at her door this morning, she was interested to see me for some reason, but, she already had a meeting with another person at that café so she insisted on going to Font Trevi, which was in proximity to the meeting place of her appointment.
It was late in the evening when I arrived at the police station. Something had instigated much excitement in the air.
"Hey Bruno!" yelled Angelo over the cacophony, "We got a new workmate coming to our branch."
"Uh.great," I remarked and went into my office, shutting out the commotion outside.
"Belle, Belle, Belle.what kind of 'tranquil beauty' are you? A murderer who is nothing but fatal attraction or are you the woman for me?" I thought. The computer in front of me droned softly. I moved the mouse to de- activate the screen saver and to my surprise, I realised that someone had been on my computer. A message box appeared, reading: Are you sure you want to delete this file? I clicked 'no' and the file instantly materialised on the screen. It was a database on Belle Fiori.