The Potter's Field
The Potter's Field
“Now she began to tremble slightly. She still had a gray cast.
“Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom,” she said, getting up.
She went out. She’d left the door open, and they could hear her vomiting.
“Fazio, have you got your cell phone with you?” asked the inspector, also getting up.
“Yessir.”
“Call Catarella and ask him for the number of the Gioia Tauro police, then call and ask for Inspector Macannuco. Then pass the phone to me.”
“But where are you going now?”
“Out on the balcony to smoke a... cigarette.”
He felt a weariness weighing down on him like a ton of iron. It had come over him all at once, when a thought had flashed in his brain as he was studying the photo of the trousers. What a strange reaction!
Time was when he would have made an angry or sly remark. No longer. Weariness and discouragement were his only response.
As he looked out over the railing at the port—a steamboat mooring, seagulls flying low, fishing boats in drydock—a melancholy feeling welled up inside him, on top of his fatigue, bringing a lump into his throat.MoreLess
“Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom,” she said, getting up.
She went out. She’d left the door open, and they could hear her vomiting.
“Fazio, have you got your cell phone with you?” asked the inspector, also getting up.
“Yessir.”
“Call Catarella and ask him for the number of the Gioia Tauro police, then call and ask for Inspector Macannuco. Then pass the phone to me.”
“But where are you going now?”
“Out on the balcony to smoke a... cigarette.”
He felt a weariness weighing down on him like a ton of iron. It had come over him all at once, when a thought had flashed in his brain as he was studying the photo of the trousers. What a strange reaction!
Time was when he would have made an angry or sly remark. No longer. Weariness and discouragement were his only response.
As he looked out over the railing at the port—a steamboat mooring, seagulls flying low, fishing boats in drydock—a melancholy feeling welled up inside him, on top of his fatigue, bringing a lump into his throat.MoreLess
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