The Woman Who Swam in the Nude

Do not move! Do not…move! Not one millimeter, commanded the stern voice of Rosetta Rossi, as she stepped lightly through the open doorway. Her Beretta was pointed roughly half-way between Valpone and Cardelli. Rosetta held the firearm in a relaxed grip, not too tightly, and not too loosely. It was just the way Bob had taught her in their brief training sessions. Ahh, Signora Rossi. How nice of you to make an appearance. You know, we were all just having a nice conversation just be- tween us men. It is rather nice when a feminine element can be added to the equation. We have been anxiously awaiting your arrival. Permit me to introduce my associate… Valpone was suddenly cut off. Be quiet! I do not care who your associate is, Don Valpone. What have you done to my husband? boomed Rosetta, her hazel brown eyes beaming their way like lasers into Valpone’s.