Naples in Veils Page #4

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No, Aunt, please.

The more she tortured herself,

the more we loved each other.

The more she went crazy,

the closer we became.

I even tried to leave.

I loved him before her,

when she was there...

and always.

Always.

I'd known Domenico for a long time,

we worked together at the San Carlo

theater, he was the stage manager.

We were a fine group,

and we often came hereto dance

in the evening.

Nice to meet you... Miriam.

My pleasure, I'm Simone.

You could only hear her voice. ..

You said we'd have fun...

We will... darling.

Isn't that Isabella?

What happened?

Hi, were you

at the theater tonight, too?

You look so elegant...

Chiara, shall we go?

Then one night, she arrived,

Domenico had never seen her before.

She was different,

she was already a woman.

She came over,

looked at him and took him.

Where have you been?

Who are you texting?

Who gave you this?

It was my father's.

What is it?

It's a good-luck eye, you can have it.

Why?

You need it more than I do.

I'll keep it for both of us.

You shouldn't leave me

on my own for so long

because I get weird thoughts.

I'm the only one you can control.

Do you know how much I want you?

All the time.

If you leave me I'll do something crazy.

You know that, don't you?

On the neck, a horizontal groove,

continuous,

equally deep, approximately 2cm, hard.

On the edges

you notice dotted hemorrhages,

edges that are excoriated in tracts.

On the wrists we notice

ribbon-shaped excoriations,

slightly depressed.

She was tied up.

The same thing on the ankles

and there are still grains of sand

on her feet.

Doctor, do I prepare the supports

for the thigh stretchers?

Adriana?

Shall we begin our examination

of the vulvo-perineal area?

Adriana?

Don't cut them too small.

Are they all right like this?

Are you expecting someone?

No.

Yes?

Can I come up?

Don't let him in, please.

Please.

A moment.

Your friend's on her way, I'll leave.

Don't worry.

I only came to tell you

that the numbers you gave me

don't lead anywhere.

We've tried to investigate

in all directions, but nothing doing.

They may have been the catalogue

numbers for a stolen work of art,

but not even that.

I'm not supposed to tell you all this.

Am I still under investigation?

Would you like to taste a meatball?

Yes, thanks.

Two years ago, in Forcella,

a body was found

killed the same way as Galderisi,

without eyes.

But they couldn't figure it out.

Do you have any suspects?

It seems Andrea was involved

in trafficking stolen art,

he'd retrieve it under water.

There, I've messed up.

With you I just can't shut up.

Don't worry,

I didn't hear anything, I swear.

Did you tell anyone

about the photos I gave you?

No, do you want them back?

No, no, thanks...

I'll take a meatball, I'll taste it.

- Here.

- Thanks.

Hot.

It's good.

Were you here?

He just wouldn't leave.

Didn't he see you?

No way, he's only got eyes for you.

And you're worse than him,

I saw how you were looking at him.

Why did you ask him

if he wanted the photos back?

He's got the photos,

he can look at you whenever he wants.

- He gets excited looking at your p*ssy.

- Stop it.

First Andrea...

then me, now the cop.

You act all shy,

but you sure like being looked at...

What about you? Does it excite you, too?

Let me feel.

What goes on your head, Adriana?

Me, Andrea, the other one...

who's there?

Who do you think of all day?

Who do you call?

You're mine.

Only mine.

Dad!

Dad!

Your lady friend's waiting for you!

You coming down or not?

What are you doing here? Go play soccer.

Doctor, can I make you a coffee?

- I'll wait here, thank you.

- I'll be right there.

You work with dead people, don't you?

Partly, I do, but not only.

Do the dead people wake up sometimes?

No, they can't.

Go play.

- I found a handsome beau.

- Hi, Adriana.

Sorry if I made you wait,

I was talking to the station.

What did you want to tell me?

Antonio, when you came to my place

I didn't tell you the truth,

It's not true

that I was waiting for a girlfriend.

I'm very confused, it's not easy.

Adriana, I understand you,

but you only saw him once, just once.

I lost my wife two years ago.

It happened suddenly, in her sleep.

I'm sorry.

At first it seemed absurd,

I would see her clothes on the chair

in the bedroom,

I would find her beauty creams...

Waking up in the morning,

taking my son to school...

I didn't give a crap about anything,

not even him.

Then at a certain point,

you don't even know why,

life makes its way back in again.

Sorry.

I'm going to the police station,

do you need a ride?

No, thanks.

Luca, it's me.

I've got an appointment with Pasquale,

I'll be late, see you.

Bye.

Pasquale.

- Did you tell anyone you're here?

- No.

- Did anyone see you?

- No, of course not.

Listen, Adriana,

there's lots of things I can't explain,

it's better that

you don't know about them.

I saw Rinuccio at the tower.

What did he tell you?

What are these numbers?

Quiet! These are bad people,

they're dangerous.

Your friend, Andrea,

wasn't exactly a saint.

I feel weird...

ls his brother still at your place?

Are you all right?

Don't worry, little one, it's nothing.

Just a bit dizzy.

What's the matter?

The lemonade was too cold.

Pasquale!

Look at me! Look at me!

Pasquale...

MOW.!

MOW.!

Pasquale, it's Adriana.

Call an ambulance!

Help me!

Call an ambulance!

Adriana, I'd gladly

get in trouble for you...

- Well?

- A heart attack.

Pasquale wasn't killed,

he suffered from

a congenital heart condition.

I don't believe it.

We also got the results

of the analysis of the glass,

no trace of poison.

Did someone tell you to say that to me?

Read it yourself,

I did the autopsy,

why would I lie to you?

Liliana, I trust you.

Sure.

Let me go.

Pasquale didn't die

from a heart attack, did he?

That's why you're here, isn't it?

We're not here for Pasquale, Doctor.

Take time to grieve, work through it.

If Pasquale died of heart attack,

how did Andrea die, suicide?

He committed suicide?

Andrea didn't commit suicide, he was

killed because he was a thief,

a dealer in stolen art.

Have you got his file?

Take out the photo, let's show

to the doctor why he was killed.

Where the f*** is it?

See this?

He smuggled it.

He made a fake and sold it and

no one knows where the original is,

someone didn't forgive him

for polluting the art world.

That's why they killed him,

is that enough for you?

For us, sincerely, it is. Now if you'll

excuse us we have things to do.

Are you investigating his brother, too?

What brother?

He arrived in Naples

right after his death, he's his twin.

They'd never met, they were adopted

out right after they were born.

Yes, Galderisi was adopted,

but when he was eight.

And he didn't have any brother,

we've investigated his whole family.

- What's his brother's name?

- Luca.

I don't know the surname,

nor where he comes from.

- So, you don't know how to contact him'?

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