PAGE 1- CHAPTER 1 -VICTORS NEW CLIENTS

It was autumn in venice when Victor first heard of Prosper and Bo.
The canals, gleaming in the sun, dappled the ancient brickwork with gold. But the wind was blowing ice- cold air from the sea, reminding the Venetians that winter was approaching. Even the air in the allyways tasted of snow, and only the wings of the carved angels and dragons high up on the rooftops felt any real warmth from the pale sun.
The house in which Victor lived and worked stood close to a canal; so close in fact that the water lapped against its walls .At night, he sometimes dreamt that the house was sinking into the waves, and that the sea would wash away the causeway that venice clings to, breaking the thin thread that binds the city to Italy's mainland. In his dream the sea would wash away sweep the lagoon away too, swallowing everything- the houses, the bridges, the churches, the palaces, and the people who had built so boldly on its surface. for the time being, however, the city still stood firmly on its wooden legs. Victor leaned against his window and looked out through the dusty glass.