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Marco Feltri is a Police Inspector in a provincial town. He is soon to be married to Sabrina, a very ambitious lawyer and is a life-long friend of Hego, head of the local gypsy community. Their existence is shaken by the arrival of the new Chief Constable, Alessia Costantini, who is interested in a traffic of stolen cars, that Marco believes will conduct his colleagues to the gypsy camp. During the last week before his wedding, there is nothing else he can do but try to get by, as best he can, between the preparations for the ceremony, Hego’s various schemes and the pressure put on him by a sprightly ninety-year old, worried about the investigation being carried out by Marco concerning a theft, of which she is victim. Continuously at the mercy of a reckless attraction for Costantini, his colleague, Franco, an expert reader of Tarot cards, tells him that his future is in the shadow of a dangerous Arcana: The Tower.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
A pencilled love
Title: A pencilled love
Author: Cristina Lattaro
Translator:Frances Duffy
This novel is a work of fantasy: names, characters, places and events are the product of the immagination of the author or are used for fiction. Any resemblance to real events and/or to real persons or places is purely coincidental.
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Cristina Lattaro
A pencilled love
Monday
Hego wants to tell me a load of nonsense.
“I’ll take care of everything, it’s not a problem” he says with that cheeky, opportunist smile of his. “Really?” Chief Constable Costantini is catching up with you. Take note, she wears Sea Rem, so if you can smell an odour of lime, make a run for it or you’ll end up in handcuffs” I reply angrily.
To make my retreat more heroic I glance at the tin huts in the camp. I linger and look at a pile of abandoned car tyres and then at the washing lines which run along behind me, tightly pulled between trees and damaged drainpipes. A gang of children are playing on their rusty bicycles and I make my way around them. One brushes against me and turns around looking pleased with himself. The child has the eyes of his grandfather, who was the leader before Hego, and it seems he has also inherited his grandfather’s agility. I made an unmistakable gesture to indicate that if he touched me again I would transform him into a surface-to-air missile. Following my reproach Juayo starts to bark, I gaze at him and the fox-like Pomeranian dog stares back. Turning around I say to Hego
“If they put you in prison, I’ll take Juayo.” “Over my dead body” Hego responds bitterly. “It’s a question of hours, not even days. You’ll find yourself with ten squad cars at the entrance and then it’s goodbye to your illegal workshop and your kingdom. Next time I’ll pay you a visit in jail.”
Hego shakes his head arrogantly and between his thin lips three black gaps can be seen. The pupils of his eyes are emerald, difficult to read in depth even for me and particularly now.
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
Lesen Sie weiter in der vollst?ndigen Ausgabe!
