The Terra-Cotta Dog (Inspector Montalbano Mysteries)
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Andrea Camilleri's Inspector Montalbano has garnered millions of fans worldwide with his sardonic take on Sicilian life. Montalbano's latest case begins with a mysterious têtê à têtê with a Mafioso, some inexplicably abandoned loot from a supermarket heist, and dying words that lead him to an illegal arms cache in a mountain cave. There, the inspector finds two young lovers, dead for fifty years and still embracing, watched over by a life-sized terra-cotta dog. Montalbano's passion to solve this old crime takes him on a journey through Sicily's past and into one family's darkest secrets. With sly wit and a keen understanding of human nature, Montalbano is a detective whose earthiness, compassion, and imagination make him totally irresistable.
A new client appeared, parting the beaded curtain, but he quickly sniffed the atmosphere and, recognizing the inspector, said: “I’ll pass by later.” Then he disappeared. On the street, as he headed back to his office, Montalbano noticed an indefinable yet disgusting odor wafting around him, something between turpentine and a certain kind of face powder prostitutes used to wear some thirty years back. The stink was coming from his own hair. “Ingrassia’s in your office,” Tortorella said in a low
stuff that is unfortunately an everyday matter in this part of Italy. And Ingrassia plays his part very well, absurdly calling it all a practical joke.” “A real stroke of genius,” said the commissioner. “Yes, but if you look closely enough, you can always uncover a mistake. In our case, they didn’t realize that a piece of cardboard had slipped under the planks that served as the cave’s floor.” “Right, right,” the commissioner said pensively. Then, as if to himself: “Who knows where the empty
Two guys on a high-powered motorcycle. The officer who was tailing him couldn’t do anything but try to give him first aid, but it was too late. Listen, Salvo, I’m coming to see you tomorrow morning. You’re going to have to tell me, for the record, every detail of your shoot-out.” He told Livia to put in the cassette. Not that he was so curious; it was just to pass the time. On TeleVigàta, Galluzzo’s brother-in-law indulged in a fantasy worthy of a scriptwriter for films like Raiders of the Lost
departure . . . Lisetta escaped, she came here, she met Cunich, but we don’t know where. The sailor, so he could have as much time as possible with Lisetta, didn’t return to ship. And at some point, they were murdered in their sleep. So far, everything clicks.” “Clicks?” asked Angelina, taken aback. “I’m sorry, I merely meant that thus far, our reconstruction makes sense. The person who killed them may have been a jilted lover, or even Lisetta’s father, who may have caught them together and
discoveries. “You both told me, with a great deal of conviction, that Lillo saw Lisetta as a little sister and was crazy about her. Right?” “Yes,” the two said in chorus. “Good. Now, let me ask you a question. Do you think Lillo would have been capable of killing Lisetta and her young lover?” “No,” said the old couple without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m of the same opinion,” said Montalbano, “precisely because it was Lillo who put the two bodies in a position—so to speak—to be hypothetically