Chapter 10
I looked at Dani, who’d scooted over in the bed to sit beside me. “La Contessa?” he said.
“Floria found her dead in her bed this morning.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “She was a great old girl, and I liked her a lot.” He put a comforting arm around my shoulder.
“Yeah, so did I, but if you’re an old lady and you’ve gotta go, there are worse things than dying peacefully in your sleep.”
“Yeah. How old was she, anyway?”
“I really don’t know,” I said. “Late eighties, for sure, maybe even ninety. Mind getting me some coffee? I’m gonna go to the den and check the plane schedule, then I’ve got some calls to make.”
“Will do.”