“Three hundred days of work! This is slavery. I quit.”
“Cangemini, may I remind you that you asked for one month of leave of absence because you fell from the motorino* and 2 weeks to go to London to bring your daughter back home? Ah, not to mention the tardies on Mondays here and there….On the contrary, I am the one who needs an extraordinary and urgent vacation in any place that has an Olympic swimming pool and fabulous dog food.”
“You should eat better, Tristano. Ask for simple quality dishes.
“The dog food is for Napoleone. If I go, he goes. I have no choice. Otherwise, he will hide all my shoes and slippers for at least one year.”
“Yeah, he is pretty jealous. Elvira has the same temperament. She gets all mad when I forget our anniversary or the spinach bag at the supermarket.”
“It’s a done deal, sorry for the killed and the killers, but I am going to Taormina** for a whole week.”
“With your cell?”
“No cell and no computer. And you have an unprecedented case of amnesia…, got it? I don’t want that the boss knows where I am.”
“Only if you sign my vacation request form. I will go after your return. While you will be on vacation, I will personally investigate the hot case of Mark Castello’s and Tom Hughes’. Two days out of jail and already swept out of this world. Both poisoned. The forensics are adamant. Same poison at the same time during similar circumstances. And one scary discovery in common.”
“What’s that?”
“You risk ruining your appetite.”
“Tell me. What is it?”
“Cockroaches.”
*Small motorcycle, like a Vespa
** Picturesque beach town in Sicily
Translated from original Italian
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