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...
It was only a moment later that Gianna came running into the kitchen to find her husband with a cigarette in his...
The Concierge lowered his eyes to the case and then back to Franco. “Si, Sergeante?” He asked unimpressed. Franco smiled. ...
“Amore,” He chided, “what are you doing up? Did I wake you?” Graziella regarded her husband carefully, searching to see...
“Ma! Che fai fuori?” She demanded. Martin turned his head toward the canal and walked around the arguing pair of...
Antonio looked at him in surprise. “Are you kidding? I need you with me to insure that I make no...
Officer Peroni winced from the pain of having his radial-ulnar nerve mashed against his elbow. He tried to pull away but Franco...