4

Giovanni Firpo was waiting for Urbino by the elevators when he came out of Lubonski’s room. There was a strained look on the little man’s face that hadn’t been there earlier.

“Could I talk with you for a few minutes, Signor Macintyre?”

He led Urbino to the end of the hall to a room with a few chairs, a sagging sofa, and a table littered with magazines. No one was in it. He closed the door behind them.

“I just heard that Porfirio is dead. I think there’s something you should know. It’s about Xenia Campi. When you asked me about her yesterday, I didn’t think this was important. You wanted to know if I had seen her the night of the English photographer’s murder. As I told you, I didn’t, but I saw her yesterday in the Piazza with Porfirio. Just the two of them. They were in the corner by the bank. I couldn’t help overhearing as I was going by. They didn’t notice me. She was threatening him.”

“What did she say?”

“She said he would have a fall and that she would be there to see it!”