Epilogue
EPILOGUE
L ate in the evening, before she leaves, Ester takes me aside, into a quiet corner.
She tells me, “I thought you’d better know, the boys haven’t wanted to bother you with it, but they really wanted Mrs. Jago found.”
My heart stops. It was so long I hadn’t thought about that poisonous woman, I’d managed to pretend to myself that she didn’t exist.
Ester says, “One of their investigators thinks he’s tracked her down.”
Apart from Ester, she’s the only person alive who knows what happened in the old house the night Alessio’s father, Don Fortuna died.
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