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‘If that is a problem, then I could lend you the money. You could repay me when you sell.’
His gesture surprised her. ‘You would do that? I mean…it could take some time to sell such a property, couldn’t it?’
‘Not in this circumstance. I would like to buy Laurence’s villa myself. I often visited him there and I love the place.’
Veronica should have been grateful for such an easy solution. But for some reason she was reluctant just to say yes, that would be great, yes, let’s do that.
He must have picked up on her hesitation, despite her not saying a word.
‘If you’re worried that I might try to cheat you,’ he said, sounding somewhat peeved, ‘you could get an independent valuation. Which amount I would be happy to pay in full. And in cash,’ he added, highlighting just how rich he was.
Veronica rolled her eyes, never at her best when confronted by people who trumpeted their wealth. Jerome’s parents had been very rich. And had never let her forget it, always saying she was a very lucky girl to be marrying their one and only child.
Hardly lucky, as it turned out.
‘Perhaps you would like some time to think about all this,’ the Italian went on. ‘I imagine this has all come as a shock.’
‘More of a surprise than a shock,’ she said.
‘But a pleasant one, surely?’ he suggested smoothly. ‘Since you didn’t know Laurence personally, his death won’t have upset you. And the sale of his villa will leave you very comfortably off.’
‘Yes, I suppose so,’ she mused aloud.
‘I do hope you don’t think me rude, Miss Hanson, but I noticed your birth date on the will. I know women don’t like to talk about their ages but could you please confirm for me that the details are correct?’ And he rattled off the date.
‘Yes, that’s correct,’ she said, frowning. ‘Though how this Laurence person knew it, I have no idea.’
‘So you were twenty-eight as of last June.’
‘Yes.’
‘You’re a Gemini.’
‘Yes. Though I don’t think I’m all that typical.’ According to a book on star signs she’d once read, she could be light-hearted and fun-loving one day, and serious and thoughtful the next. That might have been true once but she seemed to be stuck these days on the serious and thoughtful. ‘You believe in star signs, Mr Fabrizzi?’
‘Of course not. It was just an idle remark. A man is master of his own destiny,’ he stated firmly.
Spoken like a typically arrogant male, Veronica thought, but didn’t say so.
‘You’re sure you know of no one called Laurence Hargraves?’ he persisted.
‘Absolutely sure. I have a very good memory.’
‘It is all very curious,’ the Italian admitted.
‘True. I’m finding it pretty curious myself. So, do you mind if I ask you a few questions?’
‘Not at all.’
‘Firstly, how old was my benefactor?’
‘Hmm. I’m not quite sure. Let me think. Late seventies, is my best guess. I know he was seventyish when his wife died, and that was some years back.’
‘Quite elderly, then. And a widower. Did he have any children?’
‘No.’
‘Brothers and sisters?’
