Death of a Serpent
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Authors: Susan Russo Anderson
Table of Contents
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/body>
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.”