Death of a Serpent

Table of Contents

Part One – October 7-22, 1866

Bella’s Body

A Fair Foreigner

The Ride to Rosa’s

Bella’s Room

Dates

The Apparition

Numbers

The Autopsy

The Embalmer

The Wake

Bella’s Letters

The Brazen Serpent

In the Conservatory

The Fight

The Discovery

Reconciliation

Decisions, Suspects, Plans

Scarpo

Arcangelo

Rosalia

Old Tarts and Absent Kings

Lola

Formusa

Gusti

Gioconda

Not Much Time

The Ride Home

The Stranger

A Quick, Sure Stab

Part Two – October 23 - November 4, 1866

The Train Station

The Orphanage

The Train to Bagheria

Nittù Baldassare

Falco

Eager for Home

Weeping Madonna

Falco’s Alibi

An Altercation

The Rope Seller

The Shoemaker

An Old Friend

No More Carmela

Carlo’s Return

Li Morti

The Message

Arrival at Villa Rosa

The Fourth Victim

Breaking Free

Suspects and Jugglers

Tessa and the Monk

Cinque Minuti

Ride to Villa Subiaco

Maria’s Piano

Serafina and the Don

A Near Miss

A Lair in the rocks

Part Three – November 4—12, 1866

Biancumanciari

The Contessa

The Plan

A Gift of Torrone

A Meeting

The Reward

Strength

Useless

Capture

Unmasked

Another Body

In Prison

A Fitting Reward

Death of a Serpent

Susan Russo Anderson

Conca d’Oro Publishing

Copyright © 2012 Susan Russo Anderson

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Death of a Serpent is a work of fiction.

Names, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination

or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons living or dead

is purely coincidental.

For Brittany, Tyler, and Zach Abdishi

Death of a Serpent

Premise

When the police do nothing to solve the murders of three prostitutes knifed to death in 1866 Sicily, a struggling widow unmasks the killer, but not before uncovering burdensome truths of her own.

Summary

It is six years after Unification and Sicily is in chaos. Bandits rule the hills. Waves of cholera kill thousands. The mafia begins its reign of organized terror, raping a population squeezed by conscription, crippling taxes, and corrupt officials.

At a high-class house, three prostitutes have been knifed to death, their foreheads slashed with a strange mark, their bodies dumped on the madam’s doorstep. When the chief inspector does little to solve the case, the madam summons her lifelong friend and asks her to catch the killer.

A forty-something midwife with seven children and diminishing funds, Serafina decides she must help her friend. She plunges into the investigation, gathering evidence, following leads. She meets with relatives and friends of the deceased and discovers a thread common to all three victims.

But when a fourth victim is strangled, Serafina’s hopes for a quick resolution are dashed. Her emotional low is short-lived, however. In a defiant meeting with the don, she makes an important discovery. Convinced of the murderer’s identity, she conceives a daring plan and, with the help of her daughter, unmasks the killer.

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Part One
October 7-22, 1866

Bella’s Body

Sunday, October 7, 1866

S
erafina Florio saw the soul leave its body, a shadow hovering over the corpse, sliding up the stucco before vanishing. “Poor woman,” she muttered. She swallowed hard.

She should have been used to death by now. Sicily was smothering in bodies. They rotted in the fields of war, swelled cholera pits, lined the streets after an uprising.

She heard Rosa’s sobs and wrapped her arms around her friend. Afternoon light freighted with the sea slashed the three figures.

The victim lay on the rear stoop facing upward, torso turned to the side. She was clothed in a traveling suit of fine wool detailed in velvet, not at all the costume of a prostitute. The coils of her chestnut hair were undone. Where were her gloves? Her hat? Her reticule?

In a face so still, the mouth was a rictus of surprise. There was a cut in the center of her forehead. A dark stain seeped through the bodice on the left side. One arm was flung outward, the fingers curled.

Serafina lifted the skirt just enough to reveal a layer of taffeta over lace petticoats. The taffeta, she knew, was for effect: a woman wearing a stiff underskirt crinkled when she walked, inviting eyes to turn in her direction. Noticing that the hem was damp, she closed her eyes, breathed in deep. She smelled seaweed. The woman’s boots were caked in sand. Serafina crossed herself.

“Oh, my sweet girl!” Rosa slid her eyes to the ceiling and wailed.

Serafina handed her a clean linen. “You sent for Inspector Colonna?”

Rosa nodded. “Dr. Loffredo, too. But stay here.” She buried her head on Serafina’s shoulder. “With me the longest, Bella.” She wept. “Sewed our garments, she did. Saved enough coins to follow her dream of dressmaking. Now she’s dead.”

Serafina patted Rosa’s black ringlets. She heard voices in the hall.

Swaying on splayed feet, Inspector Colonna lumbered in, holding his fedora, followed by two uniformed men and the artist.

Colonna’s good eye strayed to Rosa’s décolleté. “The body, found when?”

“This morning. My best girl lies here, snatched from life, the third one in three months.” Rosa glared at him.

Colonna opened his mouth to speak, but Dr. Loffredo appeared in the doorway carrying his satchel, accompanied by two hooded figures.

“Wait for my signal,” the doctor said to the stretcher bearers. Loffredo’s face, long and noble, creased in a half smile as he greeted the two women. His eyes gravitated to Serafina.

The two policemen stood on the stoop near the dead woman while the artist sketched. Serafina bit the inside of her cheek as Colonna bent, butt out, to the body. After a moment he rose, motioned to his men. They slouched down the stairs, stopping first to speak with Rosa’s caretaker. Serafina watched while they began their walk around the house.

• • •

The inspector’s gaze moved from Rosa, seated at her desk, to the bottle of grappa on a credenza behind her. He, Dr. Loffredo, and Serafina faced the madam.

Loffredo said, “Bella died by a single wound to the heart. Very little bleeding. Death, instantaneous.”

“Like the others?” Serafina asked.

The doctor nodded. “All three victims were killed by the same hand. Wounds almost identical. The killer wields a deadly knife, his placement of the blade, exquisite—clean, deep, accurate.”

Rosa pressed a linen to her mouth.

Serafina lowered her gaze. She should be enjoying the day with her family, but how could she leave Rosa?

Loffredo continued. “All three bodies were moved, I’d say, at least three or four hours after death:
rigor mortis
was broken,” he said.

Serafina saw the black hoods bear the body away.

Loffredo pointed to the stoop outside Rosa’s office door. “All three bodies were found in the same spot.”

“Deliberate, I’d say,” Serafina said.

“My dear, leave police business to us.” Colonna played with one end of his mustache. He slewed his eyes to the grappa.

Rosa said, “This time the viper bites my soul. Bella, my favorite, a friend. Her death, such a shock, so I sent for Fina to give me comfort.” She eyed Colonna. “But you could use her help. You’ve had three months to catch this killer without success. No leads, no hope, no nothing.”