No More Brothers (A Serafina Florio Mystery) by Susan Russo Anderson Read Free Book Online Page B

Lorenzo’s music shop.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Teo
    S he scrubbed her forehead and stood for a moment.
A burden you’ve given me, Mama.
    Consulting her watch, Serafina decided to circle the piazza until Maria’s lesson finished. The usual hive of shoppers buzzed around vendors’ carts. Ahead she saw a group of boys huddled near the fountain. She recognized one, the shoemaker’s son, smaller than the others. The older boys began shouting at him. Teo pointed at one of them and backed up slowly.
    Serafina hurried toward them.
    One of the boys shoved Teo’s shoulder with the flat of his hand. “Get out of here, kid.”
    Teo shoved him back. “Fake knucklebones, that’s what you got, I saw you reach for one when you thought I didn’t see you, you fat dummies!”
    “Do not.”
    “Do too. All of you. Show ’em to me, I dare you! Got those extra bones in your pockets and use them when you think I’m not looking. Saw you do it. You, too!” Hot tears ran down his cheeks.
    “Look at him, the cry baby.”
    “Let’s get him,” someone said.
    Teo stood his ground, arms folded across his chest.
    Another boy punched Teo while the first held him in an arm lock.
    Teo spit and kicked back, but their blows were relentless.
    Dust obscured the fighters.
    Onlookers gathered.
    Serafina plunged her way into the knot and grabbed one of the boys by the ear and she wasn’t about to let go. Just then, a carabiniere blew his whistle. There was a momentary hush. The older boys vanished into the Via Serpentina.
    She gestured toward Teo who stood with his head lowered. “I saw it, Officer. I know this boy. The others were taking advantage.”
    “Troublemakers, the lot of them and scrappy fighters, too. The other day I caught them stealing bread from a begging derelict and that’s not all. How old are you?”
    He dug his fists into his pockets. “My coins! They’re gone!” He stomped a foot and crossed his arms.
    “Good lesson you’ve had today, then.” The carabiniere brushed his sleeves and looked at Serafina. “You’re the new detective, aren’t you?”
    She nodded.
    “I’ll be off, then.” The carabiniere tipped his hat and disappeared.
    Serafina chewed her cheek, hiding a smile. “How much is missing?”
    “All of them.”
    “How much?”
    “Three or four
centesimi
.”
    “They picked you clean during the fight.”
    The toe of his boot kicked the dust.
    She, however, could not stand to see his distress. “Or if you’re lucky, they fell on the ground. Let’s have a look.” She reached into her reticule and palmed some coins. On her hands and knees, Serafina made a show of searching. Scratching between the cobbles, she retrieved one, two, three, finally four coins.
    Teo blew air from his cheeks. “A thousand thanks, Dona Fina. No need to tell Mama?”
    She crossed her arms. “I won’t ask what you were doing here in the piazza playing knucklebones with those characters. Twice your size and up to no good. No, I’ll not ask. And no need to say anything to anyone. Your mama has troubles enough.”
    They walked toward Teo’s home. “But you can help me with some information.”
    He nodded.
    “Have you ever seen an old woman sitting near the public gardens? She chants some gibberish.”
    “The gypsy queen?”
    “She’s a queen?”
    He shrugged. “That’s what Calo calls her. He said she has marvels. Once he saw her gazing into magic crystals and once, when a man passed by her and Calo was watching and the man was old and snarly just then as he was passing right in front of the gypsy queen she hummed at him and his arm turned into a pillar of fire and flamed with thick smoke and broke off and fell and shattered BAH-BOOM! like that, onto the cobbles right in front of Calo’s eyes and melted into the ground so Calo, he ran away real fast, faster than the train to Bagheria, and ran down the Serpentina to the water and covered his arms with the sea. That’s what he told us to do and he said you need to hold your