\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here's the chicken! And instead is thought to trick us what he has done scrubbing. And 'since you got out we saw you!>> Claudio Cosentino said with ironic that, turning to those who held the gun to his head Paolo Martinelli, ordered:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bring it here together with other>>. With a push Paul was thrown in the middle of the room. The writer turned and could finally see the man who had surprised him, was a tall, strong, blond hair, fair complexion, most likely a boxer who trains in the World Boxing gym. He had been hidden all the time, maybe he was already there before the arrival Cosentino and all the others.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It would be better if they remain tied to the bed, they might give it cavavi, someone would have untied the end. Now you're sure to come away alive>> Cosentino spoke loudly, he was sure of himself, thought he was invincible. Paul came up to him.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well, 'do you think? You are a fool, yes a fool. Have not you noticed that I followed you for some time? What I entered in your absence in your home and reads what you write? What I discovered thanks to you who did the robbery and who has the stolen goods?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Troppe parole>>. Paul had noticed that Cosentino was distracting, taken from the rush to speak had lowered the gun. With all his strength, punch. In his heart he hoped that Roberto Morelli had understood his intentions and was not too rusty, in fact, the young man's accomplice Cosentino, was distracted, too busy listening to his boss.
Cosentino stumbled and dropped the gun at the same time as a real boxer Morelli had understood everything, loaded the right to the face and struck his opponent who had no time to stand guard, he fell fainting to the ground. Ko in the first round, they said.
Belfiore and Valenti, who was rushed to Cosentino reaching out to shoot the gun, kicked off the Belfiore, Valenti picked it up, took off the safety, extended his arm to Cosentino and calm and firm voice said:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Move only a finger and I'll blow brains>>. Cosentino lost security, became cadaverous, began to tremble and raised his arms.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not shoot. Please do not shoot>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Persa gun lost tutto, also coraggio, eh?>> said Valenti, Morelli at the same time the gun of the young boxer who was then lifted from the ground and still unconscious, with a series of jerks, brought him back to reality.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come on, both in the corner. Hands in plain view, and without>>.
Greek and Isabella Paola Condorelli rushed by Francesca and helped her to be untied, it was in that moment of frenzy and confusion that all were surprised and almost petrified when they heard these words:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Without all the above hands>> in the door and saw the Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi along with another policeman, the latter holding a machine gun leveled against them, Parodi, however, had a Beretta M9. He was in uniform and sure of himself, nearing retirement but still a man of action.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Give these guns. The two of them take over me>.
Morelli Valenti and gave weapons to the Commissioner, while the other cop handcuffed Cosentino and his accomplice then led them out. Meanwhile, the house was surrounded by policemen. No one inside, he saw and heard nothing. With the other force agents loaded the two criminals on a gazelle. Paul was incredulous, asking how they could find out so quickly, then recognized the cop with the machine gun, was the driver of the white fiesta. He was followed not by one person but two! Cosentino is that the police watched. The cop came back and turned to his superior said
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;We have finished the Cape. With them we think you?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, yes, go. I have a chat with them. I think some of them will give me a passage back to the police station>>.
Belfiore, Valenti, Morelli, Condorelli and the Greek were stunned, they did not understand what would happen. Have been arrested or if the would got away? Silently waiting for what the Chief Commissioner was going to do. Paul Frank embraced, made sure of conditions of each other and both were now secure, they too were curious and awaiting developments.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Dobbiamo parlare, sit back and I want to hear different things before going to pensione>, "said the Commissioner, and all they brought in what must have been a kitchen, around a table, sat.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;From the day that Paul Martinelli came to interview me, I realized that it would also got in trouble I was sure that only a person coming from outside would be able to stir the waters, you discover something that I and my men we were able to discover. Who better than a writer of detective stories could permanently resolve the case? I said and I put a cop at your heels. Yes, he acknowledged he was driving the white fiesta. He told me that a couple of times he was about to be discovered, however, has managed to do the job very well. With the exception of this night, of course, but first things first ...>>.
Commissioner saw a glass on the sink, took it, opened the tap, ran the water, filled it and then took a sip. All the others stared at him and dared not breathe. Parodi continued:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Roberto Rossi is called, is a police lieutenant. He has always followed her Martinelli and his secretary, even his girlfriend if I'm not mistaken>>. Andrea Parodi had a grin, the policeman had seen everything, including love of the two meetings and he had reported to his superior.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For a time she did not discover anything that we did not know already, everything was quiet around her. This is also a hole in a futile attempt, I thought. But then, after he visited the gym run by Claudio Cosentino there was a nice surprise. Good to me, of course, not for her. Cosentino also began to follow you. We now control for now, step by step. Lieutenant Rossi kept under control and both reported me ...>> The Commissioner made another pause, he extracted a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Dispiace fumo?> if> asked, and then stretched out his arm in a gesture to offer to others present. Seeing that no one answered or accepted the offer, drew back his arm, put the package in his pocket, lit a cigarette, his mouth and inhaled deeply. He was calm and relaxed, he felt the real winner of the day. Began to speak:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I knew that Cosentino meditated revenge, unfortunately I did not understand that this night would tried to go for broke. The son of Lieutenant Smith had a fever, I asked if he could stay home. I agreed and sent others in his place. For a night that you want to happen, I told myself. Unfortunately I was wrong, luckily this morning when Rossi took over the service and immediately came to check she saw as she left home, I phoned and arrived on time. Now, with this attempted kidnapping, burglary and the criminal history, will return to jail. For a long time 'I think. He and his accomplice>>.
The Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi had finished speaking, that was not a break, literally stopped, stared at these one by one, he expected something to them that someone wanted to take the word and tell. All look down then, suddenly, the face of Isabella Condorelli stood up, looked in and make friends with his eyes questioned them. With a glance he received the consent of all then, his voice low but safe, took the floor.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ok, I'll talk. We owe you and we will give explanations. Tell the truth even if it means going to jail. We made us the Italian Commercial Bank robbery. We say I, Morelli, Belfiore and Valenti with the help of other friends who were killed. Paola did not participate in Greek, at that time was in Paris. Fifteen years ago we were desperate, we wanted change their lives but we had no money. Some of us were really in trouble up to his neck, risking their lives. We wanted to change our lives but without money, where we could go? To this Angelo Belfiore invented the robbery was to be the last act of a life wrong dishonest action to build an honest life. We all agreed to do the robbery for that very reason. At first all went well, managed to perfection and the spoils was a blessing, ever imagined and seen so much money all at once. We hid in the country and remained isolated for a certain period. Were those days that really changed my life. I met and fell in love Roberto Morelli, Valenti was already infatuated with Cynthia and could not wait to marry her. The love of another person it changed his life. Unfortunately Passera, Quattrocchi and Barbera were on our tracks and things when someone fell ill acknowledged our complicity and went and told them: they had placed a bounty on us. There would never have left to live our lives.
When we learned that our accomplices were killed, took a decision. The decision. Not interested us more money, we just wanted to live. We thought to get rid forever of our persecutors. Through an informant, we did know where we could find and where he had hidden the stolen goods. Commissioner also telephoned her, it was me making that call. Everything went as planned. Barbera, Quattrocchi Passera and introduces himself, with them also had the weapons with which they killed our accomplices. But the police did not find us. We were finally free>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Liberi and still with a nice gruzzolo>>, interrupted Andrea Parodi, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;the one hand you have stored. With that money, you have built a good life: the estate, the restaurant ...>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are mistaken Commissioner, we have not kept that money for us, we never touched. We said we can not build a good life with the fruits of a robbery, that money can not keep them. In fact ...>> Isabella made a long pause, he looked Morelli and then went on:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The money we have given all to charity. Yes it is the Commissioner. Checks watch the annual giving asylum for orphans, who controls contributed to the construction costs of the Parish of St. Bridget, look for the supporters of the soup kitchen and many other initiatives. Find a name: Ventura, our accomplice murdered. In his name we made the donations, we have received. We donated everything, even longer than necessary, we help each year with the savings fruit of our work. Now you know everything Commissioner. We arrested? Martinelli and she will write a book about us so that everyone knows what we did?>>.
Isabella finished speaking with my heart was quiet in peace, had released a secret he kept to himself for fifteen years. She, like all others, was released. They were calm and accept the consequences of that choice.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I am nearing retirement and are not to judge anyone, but I think that the purpose of prison is to protect the good from the bad and allow them to pay for their bad choices. You are no longer a danger to the public, you are indeed a blessing. You paid for your actions both morally and materially by the donations. I do not intend to send you to jail to free the real criminals ... and then I'm only here to protect honest citizens from a brutal attack. I am old and deaf, I have not heard what that woman said ...>> Paolo Martinelli said ironically turning to the Commissioner.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And I will not post anything that you can get into trouble due to robbery or, make no mistake. Cosentino what he read in conjunction with notes I took with Francesca, will be destroyed>> Paolo Martinelli said.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Be 'then everything is settled and clear, no? We return to our homes, someone gives me 'a ride to the police?>> The Commissioner said that he paused, thought for a bit' and then went on:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Actually the other thing I would like yet. A dinner at your restaurant>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Of course! This evening you will all our guests, and for the passage there is no problem, we just go there>> Belfiore said.
was the closing day of the "Paris by night" that evening and one large table was set. The rossese, the favorite wine of the Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi, flowed and nearly all were happy, smiling and talking to each other. Philip told a story aloud, Valenti clutching the hand of Isabella Condorelli and occasionally kissed her, as well as Angelo Paola Belfiore with Greek. Cinzia Valenti, and every so often with the excuse to go in the kitchen away from the table and most likely gave him a kiss, did not want to be seen by Philip. Only Paolo and Francesca were sad. Francesca, in the afternoon while packing his bags, he told everything to Paul. The assumption had said, that he did not believe in relationships at a distance, not to suffer that was best for both left. It was now midnight
passed when the Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi rose from the table, looked at his watch and loudly, turning to the other diners, said
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;'s time to go, tomorrow I will be up a hard day's work. My compliments to the chef and I would recommend: rifled straight eh, keep an eye on you! >>, Winked then went on:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;all writer wonder send me a copy of the forthcoming novel scriverà >>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Promesso Commissario, with a case of rossese>>, Martinelli said. The Commissioner began to bid farewell to everyone, shaking hands one by one to present, for the last left Paul and Francesca. Approached them, shook hands with Paul and the tone of a father than a policeman, said:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are a couple in the leg, then you would be good if the investigators would like to do this job, even if Martinelli advice you to keep writing. In that time I read his novels, I find them very well written and exciting, not the usual yellow from peanuts, are built well. I tried to please read them. Keep it up>>. Paul listened with pleasure and thanked those words:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;His compliments are welcome, I will do my best for the future>>. The Commissioner was a man of few words and in that time he had already spent many, left the hand of Francis, who meanwhile had entered and left the room.
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