Chapter 20

The resonance of the gunshot was absorbed by the heavy velvet curtains, plunging the dining room into a silence that made the ears ring.

Tony Rossi's corpse lay face up on the expensive Persian carpet. The bullet hole in his forehead looked like a third eye opening; dark red liquid slowly seeped into the weave of the wool, mixing with the spilled lasagna to emit a sickeningly sweet, metallic s