When I bury the tattooed whore’s body it’s cold in that fucking factory. The bitch didn’t know anything I didn’t already. But she pissed me off. Her and her fucking tattoo pissed me off. Luckily I didn’t get any blood on me. I take off the rearview mirror to check again while I light a Camel. The son of a bitch at the shop didn’t have anymore Gauloises. I prepare a line of coke on the mirror, snort it and put it back into place. I think maybe Giordano knows something and I send him a text message. Then I use the alcohol to clean my hands and the knife. I check the ground to see there is something out of place but I don’t notice anything. Twenty feet from me there’s a bush, I remember that I buried a guy there three weeks ago. Maybe four. I’m not sure. I put the alcohol down and light another Camel. At 10:32 my cell rings, it’s Massimo. He asks how I am. I say well. He asks me what I’m doing, I answer nothing. He says I know that tomorrow Big Brother called you in. I laugh. He laughs too and say there’s a big meeting tonight at 3:00. I say I can’t. He says it’s an order. I say ok and hang up. I dry my hands on my pants and close the trunk. My hands are shaking, I think I need to shoot up, then I remember that I already have. I find an Oxy in my pocket and swallow it. I check the ground to see there is something out of place again but I don’t notice anything. I put the Camel out and start the car.
[ Angello Petrella, Cane rabbioso, 2006 ]