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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - The fire started at four in the morning, which is the hour when Bologna smells like a wet dog that has been sleeping under a bridge. I know because the call came while I was still awake, sitting in my kitchen with a glass of something I did not plan to finish, and the voice on the other end belonged to a young brigadiere who had not yet learned to disguise his excitement. 'Dottore, there is a fire. Via del Lavoro. Big one.' 'A building ' 'A building site. The old Malvezzi plot. The one they have been fencing off for two years.' I put the glass down and looked at the clock. Four minutes past four. Outside my window the sky was the colour of a bruise that was not going to heal. I thought about the Malvezzi plot, the way everyone in the Questura thought about it, which is to say we did not think about it at all until somebody forced us to. 'I am coming,' I said. 'Do not let anyone touch anything.' 'Dottore, the fire brigade is already there.' 'Then tell the fire brigade not to touch anything either. And call me when you have called the prosecutor, because you are going to have to.He hesitated. You can hear a hesitation over a phone the way you hear a lie in an interrogation room, a small crack in the plaster. 'Is it a crime, dottore ' 'Everything in this city is a crime,' I said. 'Some of us just get to choose which one we investigate.' I hung up before he could decide whether I had answered him. The Malvezzi plot sat on the eastern edge of the city, where Bologna stops pretending to be medieval and starts pretending to be modern. It had been a factory once, the kind of factory that made things nobody needed any more, ball bearings or bearings for the machines that made bearings for the machines that made the things nobody needed. Then it had been nothing for a decade, a rectangle of weeds and broken concrete and a fence that had been climbed by everyone who ever needed somewhere to smoke, to drink, to sleep, to fuck, to hide.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - The rain in Bologna does not fall. It settles. It comes down like something decided long ago, like a verdict nobody appealed, and it stays on the cobblestones of Piazza Maggiore until the stones themselves forget they were ever dry. I had been back in the city for eleven days when they gave me the file, and it had rained on nine of them. My name is Dario Bellini. Inspector, though the rank means less every year. I spent nineteen years as a crime reporter for a paper that no longer exists, and when it folded I did the only sensible thing a man with my habits could do, which was to go over to the other side of the table and start carrying a badge. People ask me why. I tell them it was for the pension. That is partly true. The rest of it is that a reporter watches and a policeman acts, and somewhere around my forty-fifth year I got tired of watching. The file they gave me was thin. That should have told me something. In my experience the thick files are the honest ones, the ones where somebody bled on every page and nobody was trying to hide it. A thin file is a promise. A thin file says: there is nothing here, please go away.It was a disappearance. Twenty-six years old. A woman named Marta Ferretti, twenty-three at the time, who got off the last regional train at a station called Pontevecchio di Sotto, twelve kilometres north of the city, one night in November of 1998 and was never seen again. No body. No witness worth the name. A boyfriend questioned and released. A stationmaster who gave a statement and then died of a heart attack four years later. The original investigation lasted five weeks and produced forty pages. Somebody had written CLOSED - INSUFFICIENT EVIDENCE in red ink on the cover, and the red had gone brown with age, like dried blood, which I suppose it was, in its way. I read it on a Tuesday, in the office they keep for me on the third floor of Via Volto Santo, a room with one window that looks out on a wall.…

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. SCORCHED GROUND | Giulio Amadei | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2026 | Ottavio Ferrante | EAN 9785794903072 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.

Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. THE LAST STOP | Giulio Amadei | Taschenbuch | Englisch | 2026 | Ottavio Ferrante | EAN 9787898199238 | Verantwortliche Person für die EU: Libri GmbH, Europaallee 1, 36244 Bad Hersfeld, gpsr[at]libri[dot]de | Anbieter: preigu Print on Demand.