One Virgin Too Many
Chapter One
I HAD JUST come home after telling my favorite sister that her
husband had been eaten by a lion. I was in no mood for greeting a
new client.
Some informers might welcome any chance to flourish their schedule
of charges. I wanted silence, darkness, oblivion. Not much hope,
since we were on the Aventine Hill, in the noisiest hour of a warm
May evening, with all Rome opening up for commerce and connivance.
Well, if I couldn't expect peace, at least I deserved a drink. But
the child was waiting for me outside my apartment halfway down
Fountain Court, and as soon as I spotted her on the balcony I
guessed that refreshments would have to wait.
My girlfriend, Helena, was always suspicious of anything too pretty
that arrived in a very short tunic. Had she made the would-be
customer wait outside? Or had ... read full excerpt from One Virgin Too Many ebook
