The Italian's Price
INSTRUCTING THE TAXI driver to wait, Cesare Saracino
swung his long legs to the wet pavement and headed towards the small, old-fashioned butcher's shop at the end of the largely deserted narrow high street, his dark eyes grim with determination.
His investigator had tracked down her widowed mother's home address with no difficulty at all. Personally he couldn't see Jilly Lee actually returning here, never mind living in a flat above a butcher's in a small market town on the border of Wales where nothing much ever happened. She needed bright lights, the company of admiring free-spending males. Glitz and glamour.
She wouldn't be here but her mother would know where she had gone since her sneaky disappearance from the villa. Jilly Lee — a soft and silly name for a first class bitch — would be made to pay. He'd find her and haul her back to Tuscany, demand reparation, force her to put her hunt for a wealthy husband and her thieving activities on hold and do the job she'd been hired to do.
His mouth tightened with pain. The way things were going, Jilly Lee wouldn't be in harness for long. Nonna was visibly growing ... read full excerpt from: The Italian's Price ebook
