Doctor, what I mean is: Did they cut off his sex organ as well?â
âIf they had, I would have mentioned it.â
âHow old was he?â
âAbout forty.â
âHeight?â
âNot less than five foot ten.â
âNon-European?â
âHardly! One of ours.â
âFat? Thin?â
âTrim and in excellent shape.â
âCan you tell me anything else?â
âYes. When he was killed, he hadnât yet evacuated.â
âIs that important?â
âIt certainly is. Because we found something of potential importance in his stomach.â
âNamely?â
âHeâd swallowed a bridge.â
Montalbano balked.
âWhat kind of bridge?â
âThe Brooklyn Bridge.â
âWhat?â
âHas the dessert wine gone to your head, Montalbano? Iâm talking about teeth. The bridge may have come loose while he was eating, and he may have swallowed it later by accident.â
The inspector thought about this a moment.
âCouldnât the bridge have ended up in his stomach while they were mangling his face?â
âNo, it would have remained in his mouth or throat. The body canât swallow after itâs dead. He may have swallowed it during some trauma before he was shot.â
âWhat did you do with it?
âI sent it immediately to Forensics. You realize, however, that itâll be months before they can tell us anything about it.â
âRight,â said Montalbano, discouraged.
âAnd donât expect them to be able to tell you the name of the victimâs dentist, either.â
âRight,â Montalbano repeated, more disconsolate than ever.
âWant another cannolo?â
âNo. Thanks anyway. Iâll be seeing you.â
âYou will? I hope not to see you again for a good while,â said the doctor, sinking his teeth into a second cannolo.
But Pasquano had told him something of great importance. The man had been killed by a gunshot at the base of the skull. Execution style. With hands and feet bound, the poor bastard had been forced to kneel, and the executioner had fired a single shot into his brain.
It was as if the Mafia had actually left its signature.
But questions still remained. All of them. Who was he? Why was he killed? Why go to such trouble to make him unidentifiable? Why cut him into so many pieces? Certainly not to facilitate moving the body. There are other ways to do that. Like dissolving the body in acid. And why did they bury the body at âu critaru under a foot of topsoil? Didnât they know that with the first heavy rains the bag would be unearthed ? There was a rocky crag barely fifty yards farther up: under a pile of rocks the bag would never have been found.
No, it was clear that the killers wanted, after a certain amount of time had passed, for the body to be discovered.
âAh, Chief Chief! Fazio tolâ me a tell yiz âat the minute yâ got back Iâs asposta tell âim yâgot back.â
âAll right, then tell him and send him to my office.â
Fazio arrived at once.
âBefore you say anything, let me talk first. Iâve been to see Pasquano.â
He told him what the doctor said.
âSo, in conclusion,â said Fazio, âthe victim was a forty-year-old man, five feet ten inches tall, and trim. Not much to get excited about. Iâll start looking into the disappearance reports.â
âMeanwhile tell me what you wanted to tell me.â
âChief, the woman you wanted information on is called Dolores Alfano. Sheâs thirty-one, married without children, and lives at 12 Via Guttoso. Sheâs foreign, maybe Spanish. Alfano met her abroad when she was twenty, fell head over heels for her, and married her. And she is, in fact, a very beautiful woman.â
âHave you seen her?â
âNo, but every single man I talked to raved about her looks.â
âDoes she have a
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