Chapter 9
Babel restaurant: Carmine D’Abbate’s personnel office
Carmine was sitting in his favorite armchair, but as comfortable as it was, he wasn’t able to enjoy it as usual. It felt like there were pins poking up into his backside, ruining his few precious moments of pleasurable rest. In reality, he knew exactly what was bothering him. Information had just been given to him by certain “guests”: Robert Ferrari and Sergej Angelo, who were actually informers.
“So, what you’re telling me is that the police are keeping an eye on us?” asked Carmine.
The two informers made every effort to display an attitude of sincere remorse. The fact was, as bad as the news was for Carmine, for them it meant a nice vacation on a tropical island.
“Somebody from the slums squealed to the pigs, naming the
