Chapter 8The Letter
From the phone in my apartment I wait for Sara to answer and I feel like openly taunting the police, giving my consent to listen in and record the call. I go beyond my instincts and restrain myself. I don't think the authorities have the same sense of humor as I do.
"Hi Sara, it's Davide, how are you?"
"Oh, Davide, hi. Yes, everything is fine."
Nice voice! Is that yours or is that Prozac's?
"Sorry to bother you, I wanted to know if there's any news about Roberto..."
"Unfortunately not... actually I was hoping you had some."
Poor, I feel like a creep leading her on.
"I'm sorry, I don't. I did come up with a place I think is worth looking at, though."
"Really? Where?"
Stoker, would you kindly stoke the flame again with a big scoop of false hope? Thank you.
"Som
