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THE
CORPSE IS UP THERE ON THE CEILING
Police
Commissioner Bastoni laboriously climbed the last few steps leading
to the fourth floor, nodded in reply at the salute of Constable Locicero,
standing by the open door, and entered the flat.
A wide, well-lit corridor, high wood-beamed ceilings, a few pieces
of tasteful furniture: what one might expect in a luxury residence for
wealthy tourists a few steps from the Pantheon.
He headed straight for the last room on the left, where a cone
of light flooded the corridor, and excited voices hinted that his presence
would be useful.
Apart from the almost blinding light shot upwards from a spotlight
on the floor, the picture was largely usual to him, one he had often
encountered throughout his 25-year career.
In one corner, Deputy Commissioner Manotta was talking to a black
girl, head in hands, slumped on a grey designer armchair.
In the opposite corner, constables Cardone and Marianni, arms
folded in idle mode, waiting for precise orders to go into action.
But the folded arms, outcome of long-standing work habits, clashed
with the dumbfounded gazes directed at a precise point on the ceiling.
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A MESSAGE
FROM H. CARTER
"London,
February 27th, 1939
Greetings to the reader of this brief document, published for
the first time after many years from the date it was written.
The date that I, Howard Carter, archaeologist and Egyptologist,
chose for its presentation is today: November 27th, 2022, exactly
one hundred years from the official opening ceremony, in the Valley
of the Kings, of the KV62's first chamber, the tomb of Tutankhamun,
as the world would have known in a short time.
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BANDINELLI
RIDES TOO FAST
Gambettola's
Culture Councilor cleared his throat, took a sip of water and shot
a glance at the audience.
No dice, the situation wasn't about to change, he was wasting
his time. He figured there were no more than five, at most six voting
citizens in the hall.
The seven old men in the front row had probably voted last
time at 1946 monarchy - republic referendum. Their caregivers, all
of them middle aged women from Eastern Europe, were focused on their
cell phones behind them and didn't count as registered voters.
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HAZELNUT
POWDER FOR GIORGIO
The timer
had been ringing for a couple of minutes now, everything was under control.
He finished mincing the lobster tails and seasoned them with pepper,
oil and herbs.
Added a slice of grated lime peel and began to form the burgers
with the ramekins he had used earlier for the lobsters.
He looked up at the clock, eight o'clock, half an hour until Giorgio's
arrival.
Finely chopped the celery with a mandoline, dipped it in iced
water and went on to whip up the carrot puree for the broth, adding
a sprinkling of chopped hazelnuts.
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