by Paolo Ianello from the Zodiac Mysteries by Connie di Marco
Look, I think I’m one of the good guys. I am. I’m a real decent guy – for a cop that is. Let’s put it this way. Some of my . . . uh . . . colleagues are definitely lower on the food chain in terms of their ethics and industriousness. But I’m a busy homicide detective in a crazy city. You wouldn’t believe some of the cases that land in my lap.
That’s why when Julia Bonatti, my favorite astrologer, actually the only astrologer I know, calls me or wants to ‘Just stop by for a minute,’ I know I’m going to get dragged into some mess I don’t have time for.
What I can’t figure out is how she manages to get herself into some of those situations. What is she? A trouble magnet? There was the time she was kidnapped and almost dumped in the Bay . . . as the tide was going out. I don’t need to remind you that would be certain death in San Francisco. We’d never find the body.
Then there was the time she was convinced some woman in Chinatown wasn’t who she claimed to be and the real woman had been kidnapped. Okay, that sounds bad, but nobody, not the woman’s family or her friends and neighbors had reported her missing.
Oh, yeah, and let’s not forget the time she trespassed on private property and was held against her will and almost shot. At least that fiasco was out of my territory and I wasn’t the cop that had to deal with her. Every time I hear her name, I cringe. I know it’s gonna be a real pain in the zorch for me.
What do you think? Don’t you think an astrologer should stick to her natal charts and her clients and stay the hell away from crime? Am I being unreasonable???
I don’t think so.
If you’d like to suffer through some of Julia’s adventures (I’m there too), check out our author’s website and have a look around. There’s Facebook of course and Twitter @askzodia. I just hope you won’t regret it.