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sip of beer and the other, I considered that few elements that I had picked up on the case allowing to freely flow the thoughts:

  I don't know really that fishes to seize. perhaps because in the beer The ams not of it. and luckily! Who knows that strange fishes would be: the fish hop, even, or the orzino. Jokes apart, the only thought of something that swims in the beer gives me the voltastomaco. It makes me the Mescal to come to mind with his/her worm. there has been one period in which it was of big fashion in the nighttime places. I don't love particularly the superalcolicis, with the worm then. how disgusting! And was there also who the ingoiava.il worm. already. after all also in this history there is who knows to verme.ma who is and where does he hide?

  I suddenly felt me enfeebled. I greeted Oscar with a sign of the head and I returned home. I gulped down in all hurry a schifezza precotta shortly transited for the microwaves and I fell on the bed as a Japanese kamikaze. I had a big need to sleep.

  The relationship of the scientific one finally arrived: also not an imprint, not a biological trace, not a hair neither other. Nothing of nothing. A today's day in our work trust serves too much him on these techniques as laboratory. Lazy and late investigations are too often conducted. So much there is the scientific one to remove the chestnuts from the fire. I don't like this system of job. I prefer the classical method, to the Dupin, to the Holmes, to intend us.

  From the moment that the home ciessais had not been me of any help, definite to make a new turn of questionings. Some to verify some circumstances, but especially in the hope that someone, under pressure, you/he/she could commit a false footstep.

  «Chantal, is true that one of the girls has gone away before his/her friends?»

  «Perhaps yes, but I am not sure of it. You turns to the cashier, if you/he/she has made separate accounts you/he/she can give him that memoirs something.»

  I immediately did him/it.

  «Monica, remembers this girl?» I asked showing her photo of Paola.

  «Yes, certain. We have not had many clients that evening. I remember her/it to me because after having paid you/he/she has asked me some bath.»

  «And does she remember all the people that ask her some bath?»

  «No, certain, the fact is that I have had to run after her/it because it had mistaken door, he was inserting in the laboratories of the birrificio.»

  I also returned from the parents of Venus. My forecast had been even optimistic: the sand of their hourglass flowed to double speed. They seemed aged of twenty years. It came me the temptation of their prestar my gun, for them you/he/she would have been an end of big long more dignified; but nobody would have understood my generous gesture. and, besides The would have closed with the Police. It was not worth of it.

  Nevertheless, it was not an useless visit: it was not then it looks like so true that Luciano had accepted of good degree to repress his/her feelings for Venus, everything other. There had been one period, around one year before, in which had put for some months of the real behaviors of stalking in action: continuous phone calls to every time of the day and the night, ambushes, pedinamenti, threats. You/he/she had stopped only after an informal report to my predecessor.

  My cynicism inflated. Every time that my investigations begin to scratch the gilded patina of this perfect world, the rottenness comes out. I have learned that the people are as the buildings of the cities: when you cross the principal street the façades they appear in order, cleaning up, respectable, but if develops the angle and you go on the back, in the courtyards, then you discover their true nature, made of chaos and trash.

  I had need to gratify to clear me the ideas. With that whole poison in body I didn't succeed in reasoning. I phoned the friend Gigi, a corpulent gentleman of Livorno as me. Emigrant for love, from a few years a Tuscan restaurant had opened on the first hill of the city. When I called him/it he/she already knew thing I desired: calm and cacciucco.

  The restaurant prepared of a great room and of a set apart stanzetta, where two tavolinis entered hardly. In week, it was not a problem for Gigi to destine her/it to me in exclusive use.

  We exchanged four chatters in our language, with so much of more censurable wisecracks, as from script, on my last name. It is not to be born effortless in Livorno and to call Pisani, has learned him to my expenses since child. But to the sincere friends I allow this and other.

  I sat down me. Close to the bread, absolutely not salty as it is used in Tuscany, there was, as always, a copy of the Vernacoliere, the monthly satirical of my city.

  The cover screamed:

  You/he/she is ended: the collapse of the berlusconismo

  SIRVIO SVENDE EVERYTHING

  and liquid' personal r of service

  occasionissima:

  BONDI Á HALF PRICE

  WITH CAPEZZONE OMAGGIO!

  Does The CARFAGNA return to the calendars?

  Despite the black humor, a smile tore me. I ideally embraced my friend.

  «Good appetite, commissioner, and to the next one.»

  Nothing strange. Gigi immediately greeted because he/she already knew that, if everything went for the correct verse, from that moment in then anymore verb I would not have uttered. When I sink in my beer-gastro-deductive trance I don't love to sustain any type of conversation. With anybody.

  That evening nevertheless the mechanism stentava to work. Gigi recited his/her part to the perfection: to deceive attends him it made me bring a saucer of raw of sea accompanied by a white beer, very good. For a moment it seemed me to be at home, in one of the restaurants near the I bring, but the idyll was suddenly broken by the uproar coming from the room.

  «I regret it, commissioner, is a group of recruits» you/he/she hastened to timidly explain Gigi. «I didn't wait for them, but.»

  With a sign of assent I made him understand that its embarrassment was out place: the job is job. Before arriving quassù I had never felt to speak of the party of the recruits, but from these parts, especially in the countries, the appointment with the legal age is a real rite of passage. With so much of initiation alcoolica, for the joy of the etilometris.

  On the thread of these thoughts, gratified by the beer and by the cacciucco, that was in the meantime arrived in table, background noise faded away and I finally slipped in my mystical visions:

  Venus returns home with Mirko. the boy goes away but she doesn't climb in the house. In the shade of a porch I perceive somebody else waited for: it is Luciano. you/he/she has followed them. Beer. fishes. Mescal. the worm. Where Venus is going? There is also now Paola. The see her while is wandering among still. and great tubs. is in the birrificio! I am also there me. you/he/she is going off me burdens photos. I look in the tubs, there is no beer but. cacciucco. I try an unbelievable feeling of greed, I would like to plunge me in the tub. I draw near me, more and more excited, when. someone pushes me to the shoulders. am falling. The Helps! I am sinking as in the mobile sands. On the edge of the tub I two figures. The ams Venus and Paola. I don't see anymore now anything, dark solo. The don'ts breathe, The feels me to suffocate. The Have the full mouth, but it is not cacciucco anymore, it is damnedly strong. it is Mescal. I have the mouth full of worms! How disgusting! Aiut.

  I brusquely returned to the reality. The restaurant was empty, also the recruits if gone n'erano. I felt Gigi that cleared. I placed a banknote from European winds on the table and I returned home satisfied. Good supper.

  The following morning I summoned together the four friends of Venus everybody in my office.

  «Then, Luciano» I attached without too many what is suitable «you want to tell to your friends because, done go out of the place, have you followed Venus and Mirko?»

  «But. but. as needle to know.» it began to stammer.

  «Secret of the work» I cut short. «Therefore?»

  «I have followed them to see what they did.»

  «But what cazzo jumps you in head, ugly maniac! » Mirko shouted going off standing.

  «I w
anted to be sure that didn't put again him with a piece of merda as you! Had you already made her suffer enough, don't you believe?»

  «Child of.»

  «Firm and silent!» I howled become impatient.

  Me wanted us a few minutes to reestablish the order.

  «What interests me to know» I continued in pressing on Luciano «it is what has happened later, when Mirko has gone away.»

  «I am homeward immediately course of Venus, I wanted to speak to her to dissuade her/it to move himself/herself/themselves to Milan. It didn't have to enter the infernal millstone of the fashion. You/he/she would be gone out broken of it, destroyed.»

  «Noble intent, there is no denying it. What has happened later?» As a fisherman, had to act with caution: the worm made beautiful show of itself. Force pesciolino, bite!

  «I/you/they have not even succeeded in speaking to her. Instead of going home you/he/she has returned on his/her footsteps toward Caveri plaza. By instinct I am this way me hidden for to see, what it had intention to do.»

  «Therefore have you followed her?»

  «Yes. And' gone really to the birrificio and you/he/she has knocked to the door of metal on the back. After few second someone you/he/she has opened and she has entered. I/you/they have remained out there still a few minutes, then I have seen some lightnings of light originate from the inside and I