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"Yes, of course"

Jordan found herself rising, approaching the couple "Excuseso rude Did you say that a head had been found?"

Theat her over the top "Yes, I’m sorry to say But you shouldn’t worry It was found far fro lady It’s likely that this was a personal vendetta"

"Oh? Did the man have eneht now, thetopersons reports and all Here, would you like the paper?"

She shook her head, thanking hiiveyou should worry about Honestly My wife, Alyssa?" He inclined his head toward his wife, and Jordan s here for nearly twenty years, every Carnevale These are the irl is white as a sheet You shouldn’t have been reading so loudly," Alyssa said

"No, no, it’s all right I shouldn’t have been eavesdropping Uht have been in the water?"

Harold shook his head "I don’t believe they know as yet Unfortunately, when a head is in the sea " He hesitated, clearing his throat "Well, fish chew at it, you know"

"Harold! We’re at lunch!" Alyssa admonished "And this poor dear hasn’t even been served yet"

"No, no, it’s all right I’m a pretty hardy soul," Jordan said "I’m Jordan Riley, by the way"

"Alyssa and Harold Atwater," Alyssa said, extending a hand "A pleasure Where are you from?"

"Charleston, South Carolina"

"A fellow Southerner," Harold said, as if he had decided beforehand that there was so about her of which he approved

"We’re from Texas," Alyssa said

"Oh, look, there’s that tall fellow I told you about the other day!" Alyssa said to her husband She grinned at Jordan "I think he must be a European film star"

"Rocker, probably?look at that hair," Harold said

"Rich rocker, Harold, look at the cut of his clothes," Alyssa rolled her eyes at Jordan

Jordan turned, already aware that it had to be Ragnor Wulfsson co into the restaurant He carried a paper; his eyes were shielded behind very dark glasses He earing black jeans, a tailored shirt, and a fitted black leather jacket, blond hair queued at his nape

Jordan stiffened slightly and offered Alyssa a return smile

"Antiques dealer," she told her

"Oh, you know hihe’s rather hard toa soft, "I don’t know hi fellow," Harold said "Geruy"

"Oh, Harold!" Alyssa said softly, noting that Ragnor had seen the their way "Don’t be ridiculous! There is no such thing as a Norwegian mafia!"

"And this is Italy! Hush up about thethe table He nodded to Harold and Alyssa, and looked at Jordan "You’ve just arrived"

"A few nor, Harold and Alyssa Atwater Fronor Wulfsson?fro Harold’s hand, and inclining his head politely to Alyssa "A pleasure to meet you You must be fa an Italian paper"

"Oh, yes I was in the service, stationed in Italy," he said "Grisly thing, this, have you seen the headlines? Oh, do you read Italian?"

Ragnor arched a brow, accepting the paper "Yes, I read Italian," he murmured

"I tell you, Harold, the Europeans have it all over us! He’s Norwegian, his English is perfect, and he reads Italian as well!"

"You speak Spanish nicely" Harold absently colishand I’es," Alyssa said

Ragnor looked up froreed, and gave his attention back to the paper

"There has been a severed head discovered in one of the canals," Jordan said

"Yes, I see that"

Alyssa gasped suddenly "Jordan Riley! Why, you’re the young lady who thought she was in the ht"

Jordan felt her flesh war uncomfortably "Yes Were you at the party?"

"I’ "