Chapter 6The dinner
The sound of the alarm clock in the morning is something irritating that can be cancelled with a simple press of the finger, but the sound of the door, which forces you to drag yourself like a zombie, enriches your vocabulary with swear words unknown even to Thomas Milian.
Obviously, the serial killer's enthusiasm dies down, if when you open the door you are presented with the figure of a half-n***d model in a robe who asks you for some sugar.
"...Of course I'll make you some coffee, I was just turning on the stove, Captain Arimondi. Would you also like some brioche? I have several flavours."
It must be said, however, that if at the door you don't find the model, but the policemen, the kindness borders on pure l*****g.
Like a perfect butler, I re-enter the dining r
