Not because he had been caught doing something illegal, but because if he had seen all the mess he had caused, falling head first in the mud. Certainly, the marshal must have laughed his ass off behind his back. Montalbano looked Verruso in the eyes, but he didn’t see mockery or amusement. The second thing he felt was a sort of somatization, and his shoulder was pierced three times by an acute pain. “Did you tail me?” “I wouldn’t dare. The thing is that I wanted to take a good look at the construction site, but then I saw your car and …” “How did you know it was my car?” “Because I had already seen it in Montelusa, when we had that … well, discussion. And I never forget a license plate.” He was quite the cop; that much was certain. “How come I didn’t see you?” “I parked my car outside the fence, on the other end of the construction site. I saw you climb into the shack through the window, and so I hid.” “Excuse, but why? You could have come forward, like you did last night, and …”
