“We’ll see you again!”- DS Mirabella said at his back. įlavio stood up rubbing his wrists and glaring at DS Mirabella as he left the room. O'Malley's knuckles were still bleeding as he slowly unlocked the handcuffs. Several other uniform officers were behind him.ĭS Mirabella looked back and with a disparaging glance, she said “uncuff him.” His gnarled toes poked out of pastel blue fuzzy house slippers. Wearing an unbuttoned uniform shirt over a tee shirt and jeans, he held his shoes in his hand. Police Captain Patrick Miles stood in the doorway, his thick blonde hair spiking in every direction. “Stop! Get him out of there!” yelled Captain Miles. O’Malley’s huge sleeveless forearm was pulled back about to swing again when an authoritative voice from the doorway made him pause mid-strike. “Admit you did it Flavio! You make Italians look bad! Cough it up, or we’ll beat it out of you!” DS Mirabella screamed, leaning into the prisoner's face. He sat in the corner of the room, in between DS Mirabella and her colleague, a beefy red-haired Irish cop named O’Malley. She did not have time to think about it, she had to get her suspect to confess. The poster had something unusual about it, the shadows were different, the light coming from the perspective of the viewer.

She normally wouldn’t have paid attention to it, however it is too similar to the crime scene she is investigating. It was the focal point of the small banquet room in the back of the Italian restaurant. The huge, vintage opera poster pictured a woman in a white dress holding a crucifix, standing over a dead man against a blood-red background. She looked again at the Tosca poster on the wall. Handcuffed and sitting in a red velvet chair, the suspect is bleeding from his mouth and nose, the top buttons of his white ruffled dress shirt are ripped with threads dangling, his bow tie hangs loosely around his thick neck like ratty socks.ĭetective Sergeant Hope Mirabella paused her interrogation to give the suspect a chance to breathe.

Old tosca opera posters