In an extremely tender gesture, Diletta caressed Andrea’s face and, having run the fingers on both hands through his hair, kissed him passionately.
Andrea closed his eyes in a shiver. He felt like he was lying down on a seashore dinghy and that Diletta’s kisses were like rays of sunshine on his skin. He let himself go.
They stayed in that embrace for a little bit, kissing like a pair of teenagers, before breaking the spell, restoring their composure and coming back to the nitty-gritty.
‘Diletta? Did you know about the murders of three senior citizens?’
‘Yes, I heard them talk about it on the local TV news’.
‘Three deaths in almost as many months, with the victims only having their age in common: they were all in their seventies’.
Andrea thought of a piece of history that was, in a
