Black Souls

By Sabina Gabrielli Carrara

Lola never met her father, and her mother took her own life when she was still a toddler. Raised by her aunt Mara, a callous woman who never showed any affection towards her niece. As soon she turns, Lola moves to Malta where she meets her future husband, Fergus. The two of them will ultimately build their dream life in Ireland. Lola’s past seems forever forgotten, until the day her aunt Mara dies under suspicious circumstances and her cousin Giulia vehemently discourages her from being involved. Uncertain about what to do, in the end, Lola flies over to Ponte Alto with her husband.
The old town had not changed much, and neither had the twisted dynamics inside the Kopfler family. Lola is transported back twenty years, and the ancient feeling of being an outsider is back. But that is not all: her presence is a threat to someone; someone who doesn't hesitate to leave a trail of blood behind to keep their secrets safe.
The events unfold a spiderweb of evil acts, lies, and a truth that is far crueller than anyone can imagine, and soon Lola and Fergus find themselves at the centre of a killer hunt. What they cannot imagine is that the search for the truth will bring them back to Dublin. The vicious attack of their neighbour and friend, in fact, is some way connected to the savage murders in Ponte Alto, but how?
Inspector Furio Zamparelli and Detective Enda McCarthey will have to join forces and start a race against the clock to stop the killings.
The deception of the powerful Kopfler family had started. There is no coming back: Will Lola be spared?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sabina Gabrielli Carrara
• Release date: Oct 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005077198

Sabina Gabrielli Carrara

Author of murder mysteries with a psychological twist, after a degree in History and Philosophy and some experience in Human resources, Sabina moved to Ireland in 2003. She worked a few years in the financial services before she decided to go back to her old passion: writing.She is a published author in Danemark and currently living in the little village of Balrothery in North Co. Dublin with her husband, their two daughters, two dogs and some foster who comes and goes.

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1

Ponte Alto - Italy

Mara had just changed into her nightdress. She was planning an early dinner, maybe in front of the TV as she liked to do every once in a while. She had cursed her late husband, Renzo, quite often because of his habit of eating his meals in front of the TV while watching the soccer games. Now, she had discovered the pleasure of a good meal and a good TV show at the same time. If only he could see her!

Summer had fully arrived and the evenings were bright, making it even more unnatural for her to change for the night that early. It had been a long day and she was exhausted.

Mara had retired the previous year and officially passed the control of the family business, The Kopfler Grand Hotel, to her daughter Giulia. In reality, she had kept a considerable share of the company always intending to stay in the loop of the business. For that reason, she had wanted one of her men to manage the hotel, Roberto Assi. He was her eyes and ears. That day she had spent most of the afternoon with him discussing the expansion plan Giulia wished to set in place. Mara actively opposed the project. One reason above all was the contractor Giulia had chosen: Carlo Rampelli. Rampelli was a local businessman who had made his fortune in mysterious ways. Unfortunately, he was Giulia's boyfriend as well. Mara disapproved of his professional reputation, as well as of his private life. Carlo had a clandestine affair with Giulia for years before recently leaving his wife: whether for love or merely replacing one golden goose with another. This last was the theory Mara Kopfler believed.

The Kopfler Grand Hotel was one of the oldest in the entire region. Mara's grandfather built it overlooking the lake on one side and the town centre on the other. Over the years it became one of Ponte Alto's most prestigious and luxurious resorts. Its impressive architecture and its strategic setting made it the symbol of who held power in the community.

Mara had just put away the dirty dishes when she heard the front gate bell ringing. It was Giulia.

What was she doing here? She was not expecting her.

Mum? Where are you?

Before Mara could answer Giulia was in the sitting room.

Why are you already in your nightgown? Are you sick?

The thought that her daughter could be concerned for her pleased Mara, but not for long.

I stopped by this morning, and Edda told me you went to the hotel. Not to meet me, obviously! Giulia added to answer her mother's surprised expression.

Mara was tired, and the last thing she wanted to do was arguing with her daughter.

Yes, I just briefly stopped by to see Roberto and ask how Sandra is doing. And besides that, I don't think I have to justify my movements to you.

Giulia knew how much her mother admired Roberto's wife. She liked Sandra herself and never understood how she could stay married to a slimy person like him. When Sandra fell sick with cancer, everybody who knew her was extremely sad.

Oh, OK, Giulia replied, bringing her tone to a more cordial level, I just stopped by because I need your signature on some papers for the bank. Here, mum, I have a pen, She then scattered a few documents onto the coffee table, hoping her mother would sign without too many questions.

Giulia was the CEO, but anything out of the ordinary required her mother's signature. Something not easy to obtain if Mara didn't believe it was in the best interest of the business.

Giulia and Carlo had carefully planned the extension of the hotel. It was indeed a hazard, but still, Giulia strongly believed in the project. She was sure that once Mara had seen all the figures, she would have a very reasonable chance to convince her. She and Carlo had worked hard for that. They had already financially exposed themselves, but they needed a further loan that, without Mara's signature as a guarantee, the bank would have never granted.

I need my glasses, where are they? Oh, there. Would you pass them to me, please?

Giulia went to get Mara's reading glasses as she began looking at the documents with poorly concealed disinterest.

Oh, I don't know, Giulia. These are a lot of documents to go over, and I'm exhausted tonight. Leave them with me, and I'll check them in the morning.

Mara piled up the papers and removed her glasses, a clear sign that she was not open to negotiation.

Giulia stood up abruptly, Can you not trust me for once? Look at the project. It's the future. Everything we spend on the new construction will be back in our pockets probably doubled and most likely in less than five years. It's all written there. Look at the figures and the estimate. If only you would make an effort to read it instead of discarding the whole thing just because the idea is coming from Carlo and me.

Mara sat there looking at her daughter, and her expression of contempt needed no words.

Giulia was used to that patronising look and could barely contain her anger; her face was a vivid red. She gathered the documents and threw them back into her briefcase. Her mother was never going to sign for the loan.

Don't you think I know you had just pretended to leave everything in my hands? The reality is that you think I'm a failure like my father. Roberto is your guard dog, not the manager. I bet you two have a direct secret line so he can inform you of every single move I make. Giulia shouted while walking towards the front door. Her words remained unanswered.

Giulia had never felt Mara's love and even less her trust. Growing up, she got used to it, but it did still hurt.

Mara didn't believe in outbursts, and her daughter should have known better than reacting as she did. Mara didn't attempt to follow her or conciliate her because that would have meant giving in or implying that she would have considered her proposal when, instead, she had no intention of doing so. She let her daughter go. It was only another of their many arguments, and it would pass.

Giulia was no doubt her father's daughter. She liked luxury and felt entitled to a lavish lifestyle only because she was born into a wealthy family. She always accused her mother of being stingy. What she didn't understand was that Mara had to be extra strict, so she would not end up a loser, a victim, or a weakling. The family didn't need another one. Lorna, Mara's sister, had already damaged the family enough in the past. Mara knew that her daughter resented her but took consolation in the fact that if Giulia was not a complete failure, it was only because of her parenting. One day Giulia would understand that everything her mother did was for her own sake.

2

Ponte Alto - Italy

The sun was already up and warming the air. Mara had always been a morning person and still was, but since she wasn't expected in the office anymore, she could stay lounging in her dressing gown a bit longer and that morning was no exception.

She got up, tightened her robe around her slim figure, she opened the French door leading to her bedroom balcony and inhaled the scented morning air. Leopold, her old cat, jumped off the bed and started to rub around her ankles purring loudly.

Yes, yes Leo, it's breakfast time.

Leopold had been with Mara for over ten years; she had found him one night in heavy rain when he was only a little kitten. He was hiding on top of her car tyre, and she only noticed him because she dropped the car keys. When Mara bent to pick them up, she saw something furry on the wheel. At first, she thought it was a rat and screamed, attracting the attention of a few passers-by who came to check if she was ok. She had never felt so stupid in her entire life, a grown woman afraid of a rat. Except it was not a rat and the meow that started to be audible from under the car made it immediately manifest. A young guy kneeled and extracted the little creature, wet and terrified. Of course, everybody's heart was melting for the poor kitten, but nobody offered to take him home. Mara had buried her husband not long before and didn't intend to take care of anybody else, not even a cat. She didn't even particularly like animals. Some of her friends tried to convince her to get a pet dog or cat, They are such a font of joy and company, they used to say. To Mara, they only represented a font of dirt and responsibilities she didn't want. Mara Kopfler didn't need company and liked her life as it was.

On the other hand, Mara Kopfler also treasured her role as a pillar of the community. She was a woman whose principles and morals never failed, at least on the surface. Not wishing to appear heartless, Mara brought the neglected kitten home and gave it to Edda, with strict instructions to bathe him, feed him and make sure he would stay only in the garage or the garden. The kitten was left in the garage for a few days and then freed in the garden, but he kept going back to the patio door and stared inside. One day of nasty weather, he managed to sneak in and made himself at ease on Mara's couch in the sitting room. Edda swore she did not let the kitten in; nevertheless, Mara harshly blamed her for it. The weather was miserable outside, and he surely would have caught pneumonia. In those conditions even the garage was too humid and cold, Mara could do nothing else but keeping him inside, and that evening the two of them watched tv together. Maybe Mara's friends were not that wrong: it was surprisingly pleasant to have furry company. The main character of the movie was called Leopold, and after him, Mara named the one creature who would become her most loyal companion in life. Only to Leopold Mrs Mara Kopfler could confess her more profound thoughts, because she was sure he would have never talked.

Leopold bumping her again, and this time, more urgently brought Mara back to reality. Ok, she said, petting him on the head, let's go eat. Mara and Leopold went downstairs to have breakfast. Salmon croquet for him and coffee and Dutch crisp-breads with butter and jam for her.

Good morning, Mrs Kopfler. Did you have a good sleep?

Indeed, Edda. Thank you.

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Edda arrived every morning at 7:30 and began her working day by checking the kitchen. When she could hear the creaking of the shutters opening upstairs, she knew her mistress was up and immediately put the mocha on the hob. By the time Mrs Kopfler was down, the coffee was ready and still hot as she liked it. Leopold would find his bowl filled too. Despite all the years Edda had worked for the Kopfler family, nothing more than a mere employer-employee relationship had ever developed between the two women. Between Edda and Giulia, however, things were different. Edda had known Giulia and her cousin Lola as infants and was like a second mother to the girls, in particular to Giulia. After Lola moved to Malta, and Edda's daughter died in a car accident, the Kopflers were all Edda had left. Even though they had never done anything to make her feel a part of the family, she started to feel that way. Her job of looking after the house and its inhabitants became her only reason for living, with Giulia the centre of her undisguised attentions. As Mara sat at the kitchen table and waited to have her breakfast served, she started to sip her coffee and switched the TV on to check the morning news. She watched the news religiously in the morning, at lunchtime and at dinner time. An old fashioned habit she was not yet ready to give up in favour of the web. Meanwhile, Edda went upstairs continuing her routine so that by the time Mara had finished breakfast and was ready to get dressed, her rooms were clean, refreshed and with the thermostat set according to the season.

The house was too big for only one person, and security had become a worry because of the wave of burglaries and violence in the area. Giulia had tried more than once to talk her mother into downsizing, but Mara was not ready to leave. She loved her house; the long driveway between the gate and the house and the vast garden in the back with its secular chestnut trees and the magnificent rose bushes she grew over the years. No other place would have felt like home.

3

Dublin - Ireland

Before Alex and Philip were born Lola knew nothing about Irish primary schools and the Irish system of education; all she knew was what she remembered from her school days in Italy when you went to the nearest school to your home.

Fergus did not know much more than his wife, as when he was of school age, they lived in a remote area in Kerry where there weren't many choices. The complexity of the Irish school system and especially the common practice to pre-register the children for primary school when they were only a few weeks old, seemed to them like pure madness. A madness that soon swallowed them. When it became evident that Lola was expecting the twins, friends and neighbours started to inquire as to whether the couple had given any thought about schools yet. When they began house hunting, even the estate agents were quick in pointing out the presence of good national schools in the proximity, to make one house more appealing than another.

The memory of that Saturday afternoon when they went to see the three-storey Georgian house that later became their home, still brought a smile on Lola's face. They had seen so many houses, but none were right. They were either too old, too small, or in the wrong part of the city. Lola and Fergus had nearly given up hope and were already thinking about how to fit two cribs in the pitched roof bedroom of their small flat when they walked into number 4 in Sandford Close.

The house had a newly renovated kitchen in the basement overlooking a surprisingly sizeable rear garden whose privacy was provided by trees and the tall hedge that ran along the garden wall. The middle floor had a sitting room and a dining room, plus what was called a drawing-room that soon became the twins' playroom. Upstairs were four double bedrooms, two en-suite and a huge main bathroom with shower and bath. Number 4 Sanford Close was the perfect home. It had everything the young couple was looking for except the price. The listing price exceeded the couple's budget, and they knew it, but now, it was hard to settle for something else.

Do you like it? Fergus had asked, looking at his wife's mesmerised expression while following the estate agent around. Before she could answer, he made an offer.

Lola, froze on the spot and pulled her husband by the sleeve, You are joking, right? We can't afford anything like that.

Yes, we can. We will have to tighten our belts a little but look around you; this is just perfect for us.

Fergus was right, the house was amazing, and one of the best national primary and secondary schools in the district was literally around the corner.

Unfortunately, Fergus was right about tightening belts too. The first thing they did was to get rid of the second car, but that was not a problem. Bus number 19 to the city centre stopped right in front of their gate. Herbert Park, one of the more beautiful parks in Dublin, was only a 10 minutes walk away. The house also had a granny flat that Fergus could use as an office when he was home. Because of his job, Fergus travelled a lot, but Lola didn't mind because when he was back, he was a most attentive husband and father.

But all that was a long time ago.

This particular morning Lola had just gotten back home after bringing the twins to school. They were in first class, but she had not dared to let them walk down the road on their own yet. When they left for school, it was only drizzling, but on her way back it started to lash rain. By the time Lola reached home, she was thoroughly drenched and shivering in her wet clothes. She ran upstairs to take a hot shower and change to something warm and dry. Fergus had left early to catch a plane to London to negotiate a new contract with a chain of boutiques. He was a project manager, and when things in the company where he had been working for years started to unravel, Fergus decided to open his own company bringing with him a good docket of his old clients. Starting a business was not easy, but now he had established his name and reputation and a decent clients' portfolio. The house was still slightly over their financial status, and they could not afford the lifestyle of the majority of their neighbours. Still, they were living in reasonable comfort, and they never struggled to pay the mortgage.

Since today was Tuesday, the twins had after school homework club, and to Lola, this meant having a couple of extra hours of freedom before collecting them. After the twins had started school, she thought about going back to work. But her salary as a translator would have barely covered the cost of full time after school care. Besides, she enjoyed being at home, and Fergus was more than happy for her to do so. They had no money to throw out the window, but she could afford to raise her boys herself.

Fergus had always wanted her to take some time for herself. Lola did not have many friends, and her overprotective husband was afraid she could feel lonely. Over the years, Lola had created a social circle of acquaintances, and that was enough for her. Until she met Fergus and his lovely family, she had been a lonely soul. She had learned to enjoy her own company and was quite comfortable with the arrangement.

The rain was still heavy outside, and there wasn't much she could do with her free time today. Surely it was not a day for outdoor activities. She put the kettle on and prepared herself a hot cup of tea while looking at the local paper. As usual, nothing was interesting, just some dull advertisements and the bio of the just-elected local TD. Lola closed the paper and was about to throw it away, when she noticed, on the back of the last page, an advert about the opening of the new cinema. She remembered hearing about it. It looked good, only a block away, and someone from the school said that in the morning it was quiet and always showed the latest movies.

Fergus didn't like going to a movie. He never understood why people paid to watch other people lying and pretending they were someone else. If he was going to fall for that, then it was better doing it from the comfort of his sitting room and for free. Lola knew it was all nonsense and the only reason he didn't like the cinema, was because he could not stay awake.

She checked the shows, and there was an indie movie with William Dafoe that she found appealing and would pass the hours until pick up time.

Lola left the theatre satisfied with her choice, but as she still had plenty of time before collecting the boys, she decided to have lunch at the cinema cafe. She ordered an English muffin and a cappuccino. As she was paying, the lady behind her, asked in broken English, what she got. The woman had never seen such a muffin before, but it looked yummy. Lola tried to describe the pastry straightforwardly. She understood how it was in a foreign country, trying to understand the locals. Besides, her accent was still far from being Irish or Dubliner itself.

Lola could not help but wonder what the woman's story was. She gathered that the lady was Spanish, probably just on holiday and wanted to test herself with a movie. The tables were all occupied. Lola had to wait a few minutes until a couple left and she grabbed the table as fast as she could. The Spanish lady was still standing by the counter looking for a free spot. Lola took pity on her and waved her over to sit with her.

As their conversation continued, Lola finally recognised her accent. She was not Spanish but Italian, and even if she was in Ireland for an English course, the woman seemed very happy that Lola started to talk to her in her native language. They talked about a bit of everything. The Italian lady was probably around her mid-sixties and sounded very well educated. Surprisingly, she confessed to Lola to having dropped out of school, and after going through a very rough patch, decided to go back to her studies. After graduating from high school, she even went to university to study psychology. Lola was indeed fascinated by this stranger and wanted to stay and chat more, but unfortunately, it was time to go.

She checked her watch and stood up, I am very sorry, but I have to go now. I enjoyed talking to you and good luck with your English.

After a few steps towards the exit, Lola returned and extended her hand to the stranger: By the way, I'm Lola, very nice to meet you.

The two shook hands, and Lola left.

4

Dublin - Ireland

And so there we were face to face, after all these years.  

Of course, Lola could not know who I was. I had to be careful, not to upset her and ruin everything. Lola had made her choices years ago, logical decisions but people change, and I wondered if she believed in second chances.

Social networks are high instruments. Once you are in there, you cannot hide, that is how I found her.

You can pretend to be happy and that you have no past or you can face it and move on.

Those were Dr Strein's words that I ignored for so long thinking I could leave the past behind, but soon I would not have had any history left. Dementia, they said.

I spent a lifetime trying to get rid of my memories, and now I wanted them all back before it was too late.

5

Ponte Alto - Italy

Giulia had rung to see if it was still fine for her to come for dinner that night.

Of course. I'll wait for you at eight, Mara replied, knowing all too well that behind her daughter's visit there was a reason. Giulia was stubborn and proud; after their last argument, she would have never rung first, but she needed those signatures.

Mara had done some research and talked to Roberto. He shared her opinion about the danger of the investment. He also shared her view on Carlo not being a trustworthy business partner. Mara had learnt to accept her daughter's poor judgement when it came to men. In fairness, she had to admit she had been guilty of the same poor taste with her husband, but at least she never let him interfere with the family business. Not that Renzo ever had any interest! He spent most of his time following his dreams, throwing himself into one catastrophic business adventure after another. Mara's constant refusal to finance her husband didn't spare her from having