Elementary Virtue: The Prophecy by Sonja Wuthrich Read Free Book Online Page A

admit, it was impressive. He laughed noisily, "my precious Havana has certainly had it, you owe me a cigar, boy, and believe me they are pricey.” He turned his back on Gregory stepping over to Keanu, who had opened another drawer and taken out a box of cigars. He handed Giacomo a new cigar and lit one for himself. The stench was atrocious. Gregory coughed, and his eyes began to burn like hell. These two lunatics whiffed their cigars pretending nothing had happened. But, damn, they knew who he was, he had to get out of here before he would die from suffocation. He quickly slipped out the door yanking it open. He took a deep breath and was about to flee hastily from the trailer.
    He had not reckoned with the Signora, and she came straight towards him. Stiffly she stopped in front of him blocking his way. She looked at him sternly, like a hawk, with her black-rimmed eyes, a hawk that had just discovered a particularly tasty rabbit. She carried the book under her arm, which apparently was her constant companion. "Young man, where are you going in such a rush?" No way for Gregory to get passed her and he had to pause willy-nilly. The Signora shoved him back into the trailer like a renegade chicken into the hen-house.
    He heard Giacomo's amused voice from the inside of the trailer. "Gregory, you must certainly remember my longtime muse and life partner Tiziana. I have information that she picked you up at the airport." He got up kissing Signora on both cheeks and cupped her waist in a possessive way. Oh, I understand, Gregory thought wryly. Giacomo was probably her Mr. Grey. "She is a bit brusque and intimidating at times, but she is charming, once you'll get used to her wicked ways," Giacomo grinned. Gregory had his doubts, and he would get used to this woman as little as he would get used to the other two lunatics in this trailer, which clearly meant not at all. Giacomo took the book out of her hands. "Oh dear, as I can see you are trying to find new ways of torturing me." Gregory shuddered because apparently, this Giacomo was an old pervert.
    What, bothered him far more was Giacomo knew what and who he was. Probably he was next in line for torture, if he did not disappear immediately. But, where could he go? He had no clue. First thing, he had to do was, get out, as the Italian people said so laconically-subito. He reached out with both hands causing a strong gust of wind opening the door and helping him get out and escape. On the other hand, it caused a commotion inside the trailer.
    Documents and cigars were flying through the air. Gregory took the opportunity to rush out the door in the general confusion. He ran as fast as he could toward the exit of the Circus grounds. Apparently, no one followed him. He saw a black Vespa in the parking lot and grabbed it right in front of the eyes of its owner. He got in the saddle and roared off. The owner of the motorbike, a young man who had just taken off his helmet did not seem particularly impressed. Apparently, theft was on every day's agenda around here. He just raised his arms, shaking his head and muttered, "Ma che stronzo," which meant, what an idiot. Gregory could not care any less. He did not look around and drove at full speed toward the small dusty town. The same town he had passed with the van this morning.
    Giacomo was furious, "Damn it. Tiziana, Keanu be more careful. You scared him off, and all my beautiful cigars are lying scattered around the trailer, they are worth a fortune." The two of them looked impassively at him and did not move from the spot. "Are you deaf?" Giacomo's face red as a tomato out of sheer anger, "Keanu, what are you waiting for? Get him back. He is stronger than we expected and he is acting uncontrolled. He seems to have trained his skills with someone, and he knows how to use them. You have to bring him back. He must understand what needs to be done. With no further distraction, this time, we must succeed to break the curse. We don't have much