My dear Readers, Due to a massive computer meltdown this past Friday the 7th of March, I was unable to post my...
Andrea turned slowly to his right to face the voice and was confronted with a short and solidly muscled man. In the...
He was up well before three. It would be fairer to say that he never actually slept. Not that he hadn’t climbed...
He would rather have closed his shop early and gone home but he knew that the Cop would be good to his...
“The Guard of the Finance gave us a copy of your tax records!” Perer shouted as he slammed a fist...
“No.” Andrea’s mind raced. What should he say? What should he do? Should he lie? Should he tell the truth? ...
“Oa, there is no need to worry, Signor Morucchio, we shall make many troubles for those two! For this you...
He crawled back to his cubbyhole and hunkered in as close as he could get to the wall. His wool overcoat insulated...
Bruno set his empty cup down, ignored the veiled insult and began. “You have seen the news paper? You know...
Monday was spent surreptitiously interviewing the shopkeepers and their employees around the Boutique Morucchio. Antonio and Franco decided that they would send...