Vendetta: An Aurelio Zen Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
They think they’re so clever, the others, but their cleverness is lost on me. It’s a poison that doesn’t take, a disease I’m immune to. Their conjuring tricks are meant for them, the children of the light to whom everything is what it seems, the way it looks. The policeman just provided himself with false papers and a big car and—presto!—he was magically transformed in his own eyes and theirs into a foreign businessman come to buy property. They believe in property, they believe in documents and papers, names and dates. How could they not believe in him? Living out a lie themselves, how could they recognise his lies?But I knew who he was the moment I set eyes on him. I knew why he had come and why he wanted to see the house. I knew what lay behind his sly questions and insinuating remarks, his prying and peeping.I was very bold, I confronted him openly. He shied away, seeming not to know me. The darkness showed its hand for an instant, like a brief eclipse of the sun, and I read death in his eyes.
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