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  «Iii iii» it restarted to shout Giotto. It held upward the astute arm, and it moved the hand toward of itself (Hey, you come here!).

  «Cai cai (Now it is not the moment, leave me calm!).»

  «Iii iii iii» insistette so that I turned me, I looked at him/it and I saw that among the hands it tightened a bottle and a colbacco.

  «Bau bau? (but where have you found them? And then you don't think about having drunk enough?)» I answered scotendo the head.

  «Finger that points out the bottle, supported then on the cheek to rotate. Later, hand open with the turned palm downward that ripples from him to me (This is vodka to the banana, a true rarity, and is mine preferred! Before, it lifts the tail and you come to drink a sip of it, it is excellent).»

  «Grrr (Not now. Before I have to do something very more main points!)» I said again scotendo the head and grinding the teeth.

  Chapter 25. The walkman

  I rose again me to look for the buchetta in the floor and I found there exactly her where I remembered her/it. I leaned out me and I was happy to see a fleeting metallic shine, sign that the object was still to its place. I called Giotto, that drew near staggering, and I pointed out him her barking. As if they were the simplest gestures of the world, and after all for him they were him/it, the sleeve of the shirt was rolled up for not dirtying her/it and inserted the rosy arm in the hole. When he/she saw that what had thrown out was not a bone it looked me crooked, and later it started immediately to do the offended one.

  «Hand that the shirt is seized, then the fondoschiena touches him (you have taken Me for the bottom!).»

  «Bau bau cai (From the, don't pick her/it up. You don't imagine how much important is for me. if I/you had told your truth, fifone as you macaws you would never have helped me!).»

  «Finger index turned verse of itself, then lifted to oscillate to the left from right, and false trembling. Then finger toward of me, and immediately after hand that the nose touches him and quickly gets further on-line straight line (I am not a fifone, and you are a Pinocchio!).»

  «Bau? (But what is this coso? It seems a telephone, but it is some different)» I asked him looking at the mysterious object.

  «Chin shutter in before, then head that sinks in the shoulders (I of these technological things don't understand a club of it. It would seem a radio.).»

  We looked better at it and we made us account that had on the keys the same symbols of a VCR. Giotto fumbled us for some, then the ribbon finally started to turn in the correct verse. When I ended to listen to the recording, after having cried again, I started to jump of joy. I would have brought that object the police and them you/they would have recognized the assassin. When Giotto, that knew my history, finally understood, you/he/she forgave instantly me and a gulp of vodka offered even me to celebrate. then another and another anchor. Slowly it started to ripresentarsi in my throat the taste of the supper. Vodka was very stronger than the wine, it made me burn the stomach and it weakened me, in the turn of few minutes I restarted to see double. Suddenly we felt the noise of an auto that stopped him in front of the shed, Giotto it looked me perplexed. After few instants there was the screeching of the gate that flowed on the guide, then noise of footsteps that you/they drew near.

  «Grrr (Soon you come, we have to hide us!)» I told Giotto, that had suddenly become for our adversity too much curious and brave throwing him/it to work for a sleeve. He picked up colbacco and bottle and it followed me behind a machinery, where we crouched there.

  «The seals are broken, who devil has been to open the gate?» it played again the Bogy man's voice amplified by the height of the shed, meanwhile his/her footsteps he was doing more and more near.

  «I don't know him/it, probably some bum looking for a shelter» a second voice responded.

  «You are perhaps right. in every houses, we hold the eyes well opened and we see immediately to find that damned walkman, The wants to go to hurry.»

  "How Careless, here as it calls: walkman" I thought.

  «If you had immediately told me him, that existed, we would not be now here. We would have destroyed for a long time already him.»

  «We are not certain of it, that exist, but when I/you/they have gone his/her home to look for the tests and the documents I have not found anything. And then I have felt to say that they want to organize another sopralluogo, it is better to give a glance and eventually to make plaza cleaning up. However, thinking well of us, when I have shot to that idiot you/he/she was seemed me to see to go out him something of the pocket. On the moment I have not given us weight, I had seen more only a twinkling and nothing. and then The wases too occupied to escape from that accursed cur.»

  Giotto turned to look me perplexed, then you/he/she did an imitation of me raged and smiled. Listening to the conversation among the two I had understood that Steve had been victim of a real plot. Of hit the drunkenness dissolved him and I found me crushed by the same feeling that had tried to the funeral such a blind and obstinate fury that was afraid even of myself!

  Chapter 26. Giotto the hero

  For an instant I felt the whole vengeful anger of which a being can prepare to climb me in head, would have liked to shred him/it to bites! But later I wondered immediately me as Steve you/he/she would have acted. Would have told me that after all I was a police officer and that for the Bogy man a worse punishment existed, and that is to make the rest of its days spend him together with the people that had sent in what served me to send him/it in the jail I held him/it well narrow among the teeth! Smiles between me and me to the thought of as would have welcomed him/it and what treatment would have reserved him the criminals that had made to condemn! Besides, even if the drunkenness was enfeebled from my head, the same I could not say of my legs and of my fangs. I would not have been able to face him/it, and moreover I also had the duty to protect my companion, a drunk chimpanzee as a monkey. In fact Giotto, excited and confused, you/he/she continued to smaniare despite my continuous growls to try to make to be him/it good, until you/he/she bumped with the foot an iron bar that rolled on itself same doing a terrible noise.

  «Thing has been?» he/she asked the Bogy man.

  «I have not felt anything. Before, continuous to look for that I want here to go out of to the quick one» he/she answered I dry his/her companion.

  In to hear those words Giotto started laughing; I felt like thinking that when discovered teeth and gums to that way was really ugly! He didn't realize that the situation was dangerous indeed and that the run toward the salvation passed really under to their noses. We were risking the skin and him it had a good time challenging making them capolino and launching pebbles, while me worried I had to throw him/it for the sleeve to bring him/it in the obscurity of the hideaway.

  «I feel a strange odor» it said the assassin.

  «That is?»

  «I don't know him/it, it seems me. it seems me to feel as an odor of beast.»

  «Probably you are you» it commented the other.

  «You have ended with your paranoias or do you want to be here the whole night?» he/she asked then him.

  I turned me toward Giotto that had shaken more and more, and I noticed that now the bottle was completely empty.

  «Grrr (you Want to be lock and good person for five accursed minutes? If they see us, these recognize me and they kill us both!)» I repeated him for the nth time trying to appear more serious than I was able.

  It stopped laughing at hit, as if you/he/she had suddenly returned sober. It looked me serious knitting the eyebrows, the wrinkles on his/her face they were done deep and its small watery eyes shone in the dark.

  «Finger index turned verse itself same, then that it oscillates, then that it beats on the temple. It pointed out the point from where the voices came, then its hand took the form of a gun. It finally mimed a bite, and it fought the hand on the breast (I am not stupid. Are those the assassins of your friend creeds that has not understood him? You should kill them to b
ites. Is it the love that you had for Steve that's all? If you don't decide yourself to intervene, if you don't do anything you, will think then it me!).»

  «Grrr grrr. bau? (Have told you that have to be good an instant, accursed stupid! Do these shoot us seriously. where your funk is ended?).»

  Giotto mimed a shiver and was shown. Then it was pointed out the eyes and it pointed out me. It was serious. (You have given me some fifone? Have you given some fifone to me? Now I make you see me if I am a fifone!) it said starting to go out of the hideaway.

  Chapter 27. The history repeats him

  «Caì cai? (No, bushels firm for love of the sky. and now thing you want to I give?)» I repeated throwing the eyes to the sky. I grabbed again then it for the shirt.

  Too late!

  For all answer my companion had crossed the hands on the elbows pushing them in before, then you/he/she had lowered the baricentro and you/he/she had started to toddle swinging on the feet

  «Iiiii. (À. the russaaa!)» it shouted.

  His/her ridicule attitude left me to the point amazed that hesitated too much an instant of. Before I succeeded in holding back him/it, taken the aim and it launched the empty bottle toward the point from which the voices originated. This crossed the stanzone rotating on itself same and passing under to the finestrone sparkled, later it fell immediately shattering himself/herself/itself to the feet of the accomplice of the Bogy man that he/she rudely cursed.

  «You race there is someone» it shouted extracting the gun.

  «Wuf wuf! (Thing you do. stopped, they will kill you!)» I barked, but by now Giotto you/he/she was launched to the attack racing with his/her footstep from drunk.

  Its walk did him/it resemble to a mixture among a ball ovalizzato and a raw egg launched on a table. Advanced with the colbacco in head holding the tall braccias and showing the open teeth, and to end howled as a crazy person, seemed really gone out of a novel of the terror!

  «Ahhh» it shouted the frightened Bogy man to death «aiutooo. there is to murderous dwarf of the KGB. it is mostruosooo!»

  His/her companion was inspecting another room, feeling to shout him/it hopelessly runs worried to lean out on the threshold.

  «You are really an idiot» it shouted him «you don't see him/it that it is only a stupid monkey?»

  Then the Bogy man recovered the calm, you/he/she lengthened the arm and you/he/she contemplated Giotto, thing at all easy date his/her walk. I could not leave only it, you/they would have killed indeed it. With the unsteady legs because of the emotion and of the alcoholic residues I attached one run after desperate in the attempt to do what I had not succeeded in doing for Steve. Exactly as the preceding time, there was not now more time to make calculations. Holding the well narrow object in mouth I arrived once more I set to the Bogy man with all of my weight, correct an instant before it shot. The bullet passed to a millimeter from the head of its companion, that shouted petrified for then to race to shelter him in another room. While I was touching earth I warned an intense burning to the right thigh. Giotto, that feeling the explosions had suddenly returned sober, had reached a window, you/he/she had climbed in hurry and if the era dates to legs shouting as if you/he/she had had to the ribs the devil in person. I had opened mouth to say" Caì" for the pain, and in to make him/it the walkman you/he/she had slipped away. Falling, the bastard is rolled on itself same and you/he/she had shot for the second time, and you/he/she had succeeded in striking me a leg. I rose again me to work.

  «Groar (you are really an accursed bastard)» I told him showing his teeth.

  I was ingobbito, lowered on the ready anterior legs to go off, the hair on my back and on the neck you/he/she had become a mane. The walkman was in the center of the room, fifty-fifty road between me and him.

  «Before ugly bestiaccia» he responded looking me with air of challenge «you come to take you this coso. I don't know why circulating are still, but we close once and for all now the discourse.»

  I would have liked to face him/it and to do asunder it, but if only I/you had tried there I would have been too much fool because I was aware that it dealt with a clash you learn. I mentally relived that evening and I felt again me impotent. I saw that it lifted the gun to shoot again me, I picked up the energies that stayed me and I faked to go off toward right for then to launch me in an escape on the left. Out I felt once the wake of the odor left by Giotto, alcohol sweat mixture and terror, but I was not able to follow him/it because I was too much weak. I got further me the more possible until joint near a public, exhausted and painful garden, I crossed a lawn and I let me fall in a bush. I felt a lot me as empty and the leg made me an evil dog, in anymore the head it turned me as a top. Few instants after I lost the senses.

  Chapter 28. The rescue

  I woke up myself because of a sudden noise of feet that you/they walked in the tall grass rustling and breaking twigs, and before I/you could make mind local a pair of hands it grabbed me for the back legs and it dragged under me out of to the hedge throwing me in the desperation.

  "At the end that accursed has found me" I thought resigned.

  «Hey, and you that you did there us inside? Hey, do I tell you. you macaws alive?» I felt to say from a mixed voice while a hand caressed me the face.

  Making I count me that was not the voice of none of the two assassins I felt me to revive, I opened the eyes slightly reassured but he/she anchors some timorous. A tall and thin guy, with the curls all uncombed ones, held the face to few centimeters from me. It brought glasses from seen by the thick lenses a finger and also he stinked of alcohol. I deduced that in the middle of the hedge was risked for doing an it needs and you/he/she had found by chance me.

  «My goodness, but you are wounded!» it said amazed.

  «Caì. mmmhhiii (No, is it tomato you don't see him/it? Be on commissioner Rex's set! My goodness, but because all the idiots captain to me?).»

  «You ago so much evil?» he/she asked touching me the thigh next to the wound.

  «Mmhh. grrrr? (According to you?).»

  «I will take care of you me, to house I have the whole material! Oh, it hoists» it said uselessly trying to lift me; under those conditions it was already so much if he/she succeeded in being standing for his/her account.

  «Ok, follow me» it said accompanying the words with an ample gesture of the hand after a pair of attempts to empty, and it was started toward the road.

  I felt me weak, I had lost a lot of blood. Even if I didn't believe it as I wanted to wish to be me fallen, at least for once, in good hands. And above all I hoped not to die, to this point I absolutely had to find again that bastard and to kill him/it with my same legs! The revenge is not what from animals, it is well-known, it is said that the animals follow the instinct of the moment and that they forget in hurry, but that time was too much. That accursed had combined too of it, and too much big.

  "So much I will find again you, by now I have seen you to open face. I will be well hardly I will come straight to the plant of police, and we will make once and for all then the accounts". The wases thinking while The wases climbing me on the back seat of the car, and later The realizeds immediately me that there would have been no need to look for him/it; The saws the Bogy hand in distance, you/he/she was looking at verse of us while he/she was annotating something on to notepad.

  My rescuer closed the counter, you/he/she made the turn of the auto and you/he/she climbed. It started and it crushed to tablet.

  "It perhaps suits me to faint again" I thought when I realized as it drove" at least I will die in the sleep."

  Chapter 29. The operation

  When Italo started to cure the bullet to extract me, I was still in state of seed-conscience. He fumbled on my leg, he/she worked and he/she spoke, he/she spoke and he/she worked. I noticed that as soon as the drunkenness passed him it took back a tone of normal voice. Curiously, to each minute that passed, its voice became less hoarse but contemporarily it started to notch the words. Towa
rd the end of the operation it was completely sober by now but he/she stammered in exaggerated way, you/he/she had almost become incomprehensible.

  «You S-s-know, p-p-p-ppenso cheche there troo-veveremo b-b-b-beneinsieme» you/he/she had started to say.

  Then, so much to change, also he had me practically told the history of his/her life, and I had been good good person of it to listen to him/it. Even if at that time the maximum one was not certain of my aspirations, in how much I would have preferred of big long to make me a beautiful sleep to take back the strengths, I was me said that that was indeed an unpaid small customs him in sign of thankfulness to have me literally saved the life.

  As I had, who knows because, vaguely intuition, Italo was a private investigating scalcinato; a good person as the croccantinis but ingenue, and above all you/he/she was fresh of dismissal. I had understood him because experience had taught that when you find a drunk man, at night you can choose alone among three options,: you/he/she has just lost all the money in some biscas, you/he/she has just been left by a woman, or you/he/she has just been dismissed.

  While the back leg braked me, Italo had told me that since you/he/she earned few, or you/he/she had better the vice to spend too many money in stupid way, every now and then you/he/she accepted to make some extra lavorettis besides those that the detective agency commissioned him for which he/she worked. One day a woman was introduced to his/her house and you/he/she had asked him the tests of the betrayals of his/her/their husband, promising that you/he/she would scentedly have paid him/it. He had investigated for a long time and finally, after a series of ambushes, you/he/she had brought the woman a beautiful photographic service in which her husband was cultured red-handed, in very compromising attitudes together with a blonde youth and provocative. Unfortunately for him, however, when Italo acted removed incognito from him the glasses to be able to effect some disguises, so because of his/her myopia had not realized that the unfaithful husband was really his/her employer!