He closes his eyes halfway: the smell of the leather upholstery, the hot motor oil, the gasoline. The roar of the speeding car, the light breeze from the window. Ciao, amore mio, says his angel. He smiles at her, head over heels in love. He adores every instant that he spe...
He’d spent the rest of the day reading reports, transcripts, and test results concerning the other murders. Di Vincenzo had brusquely enquired whether he’d need an office to himself, but Lojacono had told him that he preferred to remain at his usual desk. He had good concentration and, in any cas...
Slender, timid young ladies who, once they’re onstage, produce voices and aggressive demeanors befitting a lioness; corpulent gentlemen who spin and float as light as gossamer to the notes of waltzes and tangos; coarse, bad-mannered young men who, with a paintbrush in hand, are capable of creatin...
Usually he thinks about his papà, but now that his throat is screaming in agony and his body is wracked with shivers, he wishes he had Mamma lying beside him in his little bed. That’s what Mamma does. When she sees that he’s not well, or that he’s feeling sad, she lies dow...
This was the first time that he’d felt that way in as long as he could remember. His soul had been in a state of tumult for so many years now that he’d become accustomed to that basso continuo of pain, regret, remorse, and incompleteness that had given his life the color that it now possessed. &n...
The other specialized establishments were all concentrated in the streets adjacent to the bishop’s palace, the Palazzo del Vescovo, in Largo Donnaregina, not far from the city’s Duomo: instead Ventrone’s grandfather had guessed that most private chapels could actually be found in aristocratic pal...
The secretary, by now clearly worried, was the first to arrive. “Good morning, Commissario. Forgive me, but frankly I’m beginning to be puzzled by your continuing to summon me. I’ve told you everything I know. What more do you need from me?” “Do you...