The smell of burnt coffee that was poured on the stove, stirred Dr. Franker far from his thoughts and sleepy. While the ashes of his cigarette, still in his mouth, spread everywhere among the sweater and a cup of bitter coffee. He sent down all in one gulp, coal melted down in the bowels. He put the cup in the sink, put the above un'impermeabile gray flannel pajamas and blue of the old De Fonseca consumed. He took the keys from the desk and went sent from his studio.
was now months that Dr. Franker not had a case in his hands. The portfolio was crying, so to round writing articles of crime news for the Dark case, a newspaper dedicated to fans of Zippo lighters. Joint office of the editor of Dr.. Franker tried to put the record straight: "No cases of nuns disfigured clown and arsonists", otherwise he would leave for good cooperation with the newspaper. The Director Jack Marciello reassured him: "franker not battered the fuck. Stay with the pieces in the ass, you show up here in my pajamas, you are the last of the shit this fucking city, and even pretend to enact the law. The last article was written in your ass. Soon there is not that the relatives of victims sued for us ... "Dr. Francker immediately interrupted him, leaning toward him "Jack, there is a sign of electricians, there is a mafia of electricians in this city and you know best. Watt was not killed by quell'idraulico, missing from the equation, Watt was killed for an internal settling of accounts ". Tired of that story got Jack Marciello Shooting from his chair, emptied the burning tobacco of his pipe on the hand of Dr. Franker by pressing it with enthusiasm, "Frank, dickhead, no ideas of your fucking daughters do a frech stramaledettisimo hair pussy monk seal to none! If the police say that to kill that son of a dog Biddett Watt was a plumber, you have to write that fucking goddamn Biddett has slipped a hair dryer on the piss in the pool while it was Watt's alright?! You and your ideas of the devil from overwork investigator who does not see the beak of a case for at least five months you keep them for yourself. This is the last time I speak, then you throw out there to kick your ass. "Resetting of her voice again and riaccomodandosi in his chair, took his pipe out of the hands of Dr.. Franker and calmly resumed his speech: "Now go in the West between the eleventh and twelfth noon there was a fire and apparently found in a pool of blood some Albatros Karagoriki aka walrus face" go on the spot and try to understand what happened. "
The face of dr. Franker, one hand inside the other to hold the pain of the burn, immediately went into a state of semi-conscious. That name had burst in like a mushroom cloud that kept him immobilized for a very long and pale minute. Karagoriki walrus face would no longer sucked edges of his shirt.
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