She Wanted to Dance
By Luigi Ferro and Matt Borne
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In the winding, enigmatic streets of San Marino, private investigator Luigi Ferro leads a life steeped in routine and solitude, until a desperate Romanian father steps into his world, clutching an envelope of savings and a story that tugs at Ferro's seasoned heart. His daughter, an aspiring dancer, vanished into the vibrant labyrinth of Venice,
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She Wanted to Dance - Luigi Ferro
LUIGI FERRO
SHE WANTED to DANCE
Luigi Ferro
She Wanted to Dance
Story by Matt Borne
Copyright © 2023
Cover by Mats Ingelborn
Photos by A.Karnaushenko, Kiuikson & Wirestock
ISBN print: 978-91-89822-45-0
ISBN e-book: 978-91-89822-46-7
Published by Yabot AB, Sweden, 2024
1
The sun was setting over San Marino, casting its golden light on the ancient city walls as I walked the labyrinthine streets of the old city. I greeted the locals with casual nods and brief exchanges, maintaining the facade of the approachable and friendly neighborhood detective. In truth, my mind was always working, observing the slightest shift in expressions or tone of voice, filing away information for future use.
I caught my own reflection as I passed a big shop window. I looked at my attire, a tailored suit that hugged my frame like a lover's embrace, and the polished leather shoes that clicked on the worn street. My dark hair and beard, trimmed to a fashionable 3 millimeters, completed the image of the suave private investigator I had become.
Buonasera, Signor Ferro,
called out the butcher, as I passed his shop.
Buonasera, Angelo,
I replied, nodding at him while noting the faint traces of blood under his fingernails.
Did you hear about the break-in last night?
he asked, looking troubled.
Si, but don't worry, they'll be caught,
I assured him, suppressing the urge to ask more questions. Work was never far from my mind.
Ah, you're right,
he said, his face brightening. You always find the truth, Signor Ferro.
Only when it wants to be found,
I muttered under my breath as I continued on my way, keenly aware of the shadows that seemed to grow darker with each passing hour.
The world around me was a web of secrets and lies, but I relished the challenge of untangling them, exposing the hidden cracks that would bring the guilty to justice. It was this passion that had driven me to become a private investigator in the first place, and it burned within me like an unquenchable flame.
As the night settled over San Marino, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the darkness that lay beneath its beauty, ready to reveal itself at any moment. But, as long as I drew breath, I would continue to seek out the truth, no matter how well it hid or how deep it burrowed.
The sun's last rays disappeared behind the mountains as I slowed my steps in front of a weathered building and stepped into the dimly lit interior of Bar Della Rocca, seeking refuge from the encroaching night. The scent of strong coffee mingled with the musty aroma of old books and well-worn leather, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and mysterious.
Ah, Signor Ferro,
called out the bartender, greeting me with a nod as he polished a glass. The usual?
Per favore,
I replied, taking my seat at the bar and allowing my eyes to roam over the patrons gathered in hushed conversations.
I sipped my gin with a twist of lime, watching the world go by with half-closed eyes. This little ritual always allowed me to forget, if only for a moment, the darkness that lurked beneath the surface of this picturesque town.
It wasn't long before she arrived—Caterina. She sauntered into the room, her heels clicking against the stone floor like a metronome. Her hair was a waterfall of chestnut curls that framed her face and cascaded down her back. The electric blue dress she wore clung to her every curve, its neckline plunging dangerously low. She caught my eye and smirked, knowing full well the effect she had on me.
Buonasera, Luigi,
she purred, sliding onto the stool next to mine. Fancy seeing you here.
Is it so surprising, Caterina?
I asked, taking a sip of my freshly poured gin. This is one of the few places in town where I can escape the judgmental stares.
True,
she conceded, signaling for the bartender to pour her a glass of red wine. But I thought after our last encounter you might be keeping your distance.
I looked into her dark, almond-shaped eyes and let out a soft chuckle. You know me better than that, cara mia. Besides, I find it hard to resist temptation when it's staring me in the face.
Ah, temptation,
she sighed, tapping a finger against the rim of her wine glass. That's always been your weakness, hasn't it?
Is that so?
I asked with a raised eyebrow, my mind drifting back to past cases where desire had led me down dangerous paths. The memory of a high-stakes poker game in Venice, an affair with a femme fatale, and the sting of betrayal still lingered like old wounds.
Si, Luigi,
she continued, leaning closer and brushing her fingers against my forearm. But then again, you wouldn't be the man you are today without those dalliances.
Perhaps not,
I admitted, feeling the warmth of her touch seeping into my skin. It's true that some of my most challenging cases have been driven by passion or greed. But, as a detective, I've learned to keep my desires in check. It's the only way to maintain focus and see the truth.
Ah, the truth,
Caterina mused, tilting her head to one side. Such an elusive creature, isn't it? Always hiding in the shadows, waiting for someone like you to drag it into the light.
Indeed,
I agreed, swirling the ice in my glass. But it's a pursuit that never loses its thrill, no matter how many times I've tasted victory or faced defeat.
Spoken like a true detective,
she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. And yet, here you sit, drowning your sorrows in gin. Has the chase finally caught up with you, mio amore?
Only when I allow it to,
I murmured, my voice heavy with the weight of unspoken memories. The darkness can be seductive, Caterina, but I refuse to let it consume me.
Bravo,
she applauded softly, raising her wine glass in a toast. To the eternal dance of truth and temptation.
Salute,
I replied, clinking my glass against hers. May we never lose our footing.
I drained the last drops of my gin, feeling the cold glass against my lips, and observed the people of San Marino preparing to end their day. I saw Caterina following the flow out of the bar, admiring her shapely behind disappearing in the night. The rhythm of life pulsed slowly through the town,