Sleepless Night Page #2

- No, thanks.

By the way,

if you think of anything...

The Dwarf wrote thrillers, didn't he?

And one fine day he decided to make

his murder fantasies come true.

He might have kept it up for years

if it hadn't been for you, sir.

Yes, in another life.

The Dwarf !

lt's now midnight

and in my bed l toss and fight.

lt's now midnight

and in my bed l toss and fight.

l can't even remember

a stupid nursery rhyme anymore.

Short circuit ! And boom !

Everything was dark !

You're an idiot ! What kind of joke

was mewing when lights were out ?

-lt wasn't me. -And the mewing ?

-l'm going to get the lights back on.

- You coming? - Wait, l have to get

my sh*t together. - Get a move on !

- Wait. - l'll wait for you up there.

And hurry up. - Sure.

A**hole !

Beppe, you're back !

- Disappeared because you didn't want

to talk to the cops, right? - Piero.

- How much you think it's worth ?

- Looks like solid gold.

- Five hundred bucks? - l bet

it's worth five thousand bucks.

- Who's jacket is this ?

- lt's mine.

l took it off to climb up a ladder.

Something strange, sir.

She has one hand with long nails

and the other with nails

cut down to the quick.

- What are you doing here ?

- Nothing.

- l heard it on the radio.

The case was mine, once. - Once.

Can he stay, sir ?

So...

Just before l found her,

l saw a little person.

Maybe it was a shadow...

Maybe... l just imagined it...

- What was he like?

What was he wearing? - l don't know.

lt was too dark.

What are you doing here, Moretti?

Looking for a dead dwarf ?

- Maybe it's his ghost.

- Ghosts don't exist.

But copycats do. lmitators who want

to recreate sensational murders...

- What do you think, Moretti ?

- Well, the Dwarf is dead...

and... me too,

l don't believe in ghosts.

- So? - The case is more complicated

than that. You saw the cut-out?

animals like that next to the bodies.

A pig, a rooster and a chick:

in that order.

- Your memory's coming back.

- lt happens.

And just like then,

you'll have no finger prints,

no sexual molesting, no seminal fluid

or other biological traces.

How are you going to catch him ?

''Peking'' ! Yes...

Giacomo ! Telephone !

Hello. Lorenzo who ?

Of course.

Ah, my father, is he still alive ?

l haven't talk to him for years.

So what's up ?

No, l don't want anything to do

with that... No way !

Thanks for calling,

but l'm really trying to forget.

- Well. - Sorry.

- Giacomo, what's wrong? - Nothing.

Mummy !

Lorenzo ? Giacomo. Can l stay

at your place for a few days ?

l changed my mind.

l'll come tomorrow morning by train.

Okay. Ciao.

- So ? Go to work !

- Sorry. l have to go.

- What are you doing, Giacomo ?

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