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Also by Andrea Camilleri
The Shape of Water
The Terra-Cotta Dog
The Snack Thief
Voice of the Violin
Excursion to Tindari
The Smell of the Night
Rounding the Mark
The Patience of the Spider
Paper Moon
The Terra-Cotta Dog
The Snack Thief
Voice of the Violin
Excursion to Tindari
The Smell of the Night
Rounding the Mark
The Patience of the Spider
Paper Moon
Table of Contents
Their prediction proved correct.The sea, no longer gray, had regained its usual color. The sand, being still wet, verged on light brown, but after two hours of sunlight it had turned back to gold. The water was perhaps a bit cool, but in that heat, which was already intense at seven in the morning, it would be warm as broth by midday.Which was the temperature Livia liked best. Whereas Montalbano couldnt stand it. It made him feel like he was swimming in a hot pool at a spa, and after he came out, he would feel sluggish and drained.
Arriving at Pizzo at nine-thirty, Livia was pleased to learn that it had been a normal morning so far, with no cockroaches, mice, or spiders, nor had there been any new arrivals of, say, scorpions or vipers. Laura, Guido, and Bruno were ready to go down to the beach.
As they were heading out through the little gate on the terrace, they heard the telephone ring inside the house. Guido, who was an engineer for a company specializing in bridge-building and had been receiving phone calls over the past two days concerning a problem hed tried to explain to Montalbano with zero success, said:
You all go on ahead. Ill join you in a minute.
And he went into the house to answer the phone.
I need to pee, Laura said to Livia.
She went in, too. Livia followed behind. Because, for reasons unknown, the need to pee is contagious; all it takes is one person in a crowd needing to pee before everyone needs to. And so she went into the other bathroom.
When each had attended to his or her business, they met back up on the terrace. Guido locked the French doors as they filed out, closed the little gate behind them, grabbed the beach umbrellawhich he, being the man, was obliged to carryand they headed towards the little stone staircase that led down to the beach. Before they began their descent, however, Laura looked around and said:
Wheres Bruno?
Maybe he started going down by himself, said Livia.
Oh my God, Bruno cant make it down by himself! I always have to hold his hand! Laura said, looking a little worried.
They leaned out and looked down. From their vantage, they could see some twenty or so steps before the staircase turned. No sign of Bruno.
He cant possibly have gone any farther down, said Guido.
Go down and look, for heavens sake! He may have fallen! said Laura, who was beginning to get upset.
Guido rushed down the stairs with Lauras and Livias eyes following him and disappeared around the turn. Not five minutes later, he reappeared round the curve.
I went all the way down. Hes not there. Go back and check the house.We may have locked him inside, he said in a high voice, panting hard.
How will we do that? said Laura.You have the keys!
Having hoped to spare himself the climb, Guido clambered up, cursing, opened the gate and then the French door. Then, all in chorus, they called:
Bruno! Bruno!
That stupid kid is capable of lying hidden under a bed for a whole day just to spite us, said Guido, who was beginning to lose patience.
They searched for him all through the house, under the beds, inside the armoire, on top of the armoire, under the armoire, in the broom closet. Nothing doing.At a certain point, Livia said:
But theres no sign of Ruggero, either...
It was true. The cat, who was always getting tangled between ones feetas Guido knew all too wellseemed to have disappeared, too.
Usually he comes when we call him, or at least he meows. Lets try calling him, Guido suggested.
It was a logical idea. Since the kid couldnt talk, the only one who could respond in some way was the cat.
Ruggero! Ruggero!
No feline response.
So Bruno must be outside, Laura surmised.
They all went out and searched around the house, even checking inside the two parked cars. Nothing.
Bruno! Ruggero! Bruno! Ruggero!
Maybe he went walking down the little road that leads to the main one, Livia suggested.
Lauras reaction was immediate:
But if he got that far... oh God, the traffic on that road is so awful!
So Guido got into the car and drove very slowly down the dirt path leading to the main road, searching left and right. When he reached the end, he turned around and noticed that in front of the rustic cottage there now was a peasant of about fifty, poorly dressed, a dirty beret on his head, staring at the ground so intently that he seemed to be counting the ants.
Guido stopped and stuck his head out the window.
Excuse me...
Eh? said the man, raising his head and batting his eyelids like someone who had just woken up.
Did you by any chance see a little boy pass this way?
Who?
A little three-year-old boy.
Why?
What kind of a question was that? wondered Guido, whose nerves by this point were on edge. But he answered:
Because we cant find him.
Ohh no! said the fifty-year-old man, looking suddenly concerned and turning three-quarters away, towards his house.
Guido balked.
Whats that supposed to mean: Ohh no?
Ohh no means ohh no, no? I never seen this little kid and anyhow I dont know nothing about im and I dont wanna know nothing bout none o this business, he said firmly, then went into the house and closed the door behind him.
Oh, no you dont! Hey, you! said Guido, enraged. Thats no way to talk to people! Where are your manners?
Spoiling for a fight and needing to let off some steam, he got out of the car, went and knocked on the door, even started kicking it. But it was hopeless. The door remained closed. Cursing to himself, he got back in the car, drove off, and passed by the other house, the one that looked a bit more decent. As it seemed empty, he continued back to their house.
Nothing?
Nothing.
Laura threw herself into Livias arms and started crying.
See? Didnt I tell you this house was cursed?
Calm down, Laura, for heavens sake! her husband shouted.
The only result this obtained was to make Laura cry even harder.
What can we do? Livia asked.
Guido made up his mind.
Im going to call Emilio, the mayor.
Why the mayor?
Ill have him send the usual squad. Or maybe some patrolmen. The more of us there are, the better. Dont you think?
Wait.Wouldnt it be better to call Salvo?
Maybe youre right.
Twenty minutes later, Salvo pulled up in a squad car driven by Gallo, who had raced there as if he was at Indianapolis.
Stepping out of the car, the inspector looked a bit haggard, pale, and aggrieved, but that was how he always looked after a ride with Gallo.
Livia, Guido, and Laura then proceeded to tell him what had happened, all at the same time, so that what little Montalbano was able to understand he grasped only by concentrating very hard. Then they stopped and waited for his answerwhich was sure to be decisivewith the same expectation as pilgrims seeking grace from Our Lady of Lourdes.
Could I have a glass of water? was his anxiously awaited reply.
He needed to collect himself, either because of the tremendous heat or to recover from Gallos prowess behind the wheel. While Guido went to get the water, the two women stared at him in disappointment.
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