visit from the cops.
‘You’re in deep trouble,’ she said.
‘I wasn’t joking before.’
‘Saint, you have to tell them everything. About your amnesia.’
‘Wouldn’t you find it a little suspicious if you were them? Amnesia exactly the day that someone killed Roveda.’
‘But you’re innocent. You are innocent, aren’t you ?
I took her hand and looked into her eyes. ‘Of course I am.’
I obviously didn’t say it with the right tone of voice because she pulled her hand away and curled up away from me. ‘You don’t know.’
‘Will you think, please? How can I possibly know? I don’t even know who the hell Roveda is!’
‘Mariano was the president and CEO of Beagle & Manetti. He’s your boss.’
‘Why am I a suspect?’
‘Are you sure that they suspect you?’
‘You should have seen the look on that cop’s face. If he’d had just a bit of evidence in his hand, I’d be locked up in San Vittore prison right now.’
‘Everyone knew that you and Mariano didn’t get along. Not anymore, not since he killed your project six months ago. A project that you’d invested a lot of time and company money in.’
‘What project?’
‘Ad pushing on mobile phones using geolocation.’
‘In a language I can understand, please.’
She sighed, looking at the tips of her shoes. She took them off. You could see her beautifully manicured toes. At any other time I would have appreciated them more. I’d always had a thing for beautiful feet.
‘Do you know how your mobile phone works?’
‘I don’t even know how to turn it on.’
‘In a nutshell, mobile phones communicate through electromagnetic radio waves with a site base station, the antennas of which are usually mounted on a tower, pole or building. You can see them around, antennas with white disks.’
‘They look like radar antennas.’
‘Yeah, something like that.’
‘OK, so they’re everywhere.’
‘Now, if you’re in a certain part of town, your phone knows and so does your network. That’s the mobile phone exchange of your telephone company. At that point, it’s possible to get advertising targeted to your phone. For example, you can get information on special offers, cinema information or even the menu of the closest restaurant.’
‘You get a call?’
‘No, a text message,’ she sighed. ‘You can send them with your phone; you use them more than voice messages nowadays.’
‘Why?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Whatever the case, text or voice, it seems like a big pain in the arse.’
‘You didn’t feel that way up until the other day. Anyway, Mariano said that it was a waste of time and money, so he dropped the project.’
‘I guess I didn’t take it well.’
‘No, you didn’t. You lost face, and that’s not all.’
‘There’s more?’
‘As creative director you’re basically responsible for everything that the company sells. It’s a very delicate role you play, and you have to have the trust of the board of directors.’
‘I don’t have it anymore.’
‘Word has it that Mariano was trying to replace you.’
I pressed my head in my hands. ‘What a mess! I also have a motive.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Do you know where I was yesterday afternoon?’
‘You told me that you were home.’
‘But you don’t know for sure?’
‘No. You were in a bad mood. You said that you had some work to get done and that we would see each other at La Scala. I came by around seven, and you met me outside.’ I reached out an arm and put it on her shoulder. She looked at me with sad eyes, ‘Santo.’
‘You can call me Saint. You know I’m getting used to it.’
I pulled her towards me, and I kissed her on her forehead.
‘Baby, can you tell the cops that we were together all day? And that you slept over?’
She pushed me to the floor. ‘It’s too late, Santo. I already spoke to them.’
‘Shit! It didn’t occur to you the kind of trouble that I was in?’
‘Oh, yes, it did. This morning,’ she
‘You’re in deep trouble,’ she said.
‘I wasn’t joking before.’
‘Saint, you have to tell them everything. About your amnesia.’
‘Wouldn’t you find it a little suspicious if you were them? Amnesia exactly the day that someone killed Roveda.’
‘But you’re innocent. You are innocent, aren’t you ?
I took her hand and looked into her eyes. ‘Of course I am.’
I obviously didn’t say it with the right tone of voice because she pulled her hand away and curled up away from me. ‘You don’t know.’
‘Will you think, please? How can I possibly know? I don’t even know who the hell Roveda is!’
‘Mariano was the president and CEO of Beagle & Manetti. He’s your boss.’
‘Why am I a suspect?’
‘Are you sure that they suspect you?’
‘You should have seen the look on that cop’s face. If he’d had just a bit of evidence in his hand, I’d be locked up in San Vittore prison right now.’
‘Everyone knew that you and Mariano didn’t get along. Not anymore, not since he killed your project six months ago. A project that you’d invested a lot of time and company money in.’
‘What project?’
‘Ad pushing on mobile phones using geolocation.’
‘In a language I can understand, please.’
She sighed, looking at the tips of her shoes. She took them off. You could see her beautifully manicured toes. At any other time I would have appreciated them more. I’d always had a thing for beautiful feet.
‘Do you know how your mobile phone works?’
‘I don’t even know how to turn it on.’
‘In a nutshell, mobile phones communicate through electromagnetic radio waves with a site base station, the antennas of which are usually mounted on a tower, pole or building. You can see them around, antennas with white disks.’
‘They look like radar antennas.’
‘Yeah, something like that.’
‘OK, so they’re everywhere.’
‘Now, if you’re in a certain part of town, your phone knows and so does your network. That’s the mobile phone exchange of your telephone company. At that point, it’s possible to get advertising targeted to your phone. For example, you can get information on special offers, cinema information or even the menu of the closest restaurant.’
‘You get a call?’
‘No, a text message,’ she sighed. ‘You can send them with your phone; you use them more than voice messages nowadays.’
‘Why?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Whatever the case, text or voice, it seems like a big pain in the arse.’
‘You didn’t feel that way up until the other day. Anyway, Mariano said that it was a waste of time and money, so he dropped the project.’
‘I guess I didn’t take it well.’
‘No, you didn’t. You lost face, and that’s not all.’
‘There’s more?’
‘As creative director you’re basically responsible for everything that the company sells. It’s a very delicate role you play, and you have to have the trust of the board of directors.’
‘I don’t have it anymore.’
‘Word has it that Mariano was trying to replace you.’
I pressed my head in my hands. ‘What a mess! I also have a motive.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘Do you know where I was yesterday afternoon?’
‘You told me that you were home.’
‘But you don’t know for sure?’
‘No. You were in a bad mood. You said that you had some work to get done and that we would see each other at La Scala. I came by around seven, and you met me outside.’ I reached out an arm and put it on her shoulder. She looked at me with sad eyes, ‘Santo.’
‘You can call me Saint. You know I’m getting used to it.’
I pulled her towards me, and I kissed her on her forehead.
‘Baby, can you tell the cops that we were together all day? And that you slept over?’
She pushed me to the floor. ‘It’s too late, Santo. I already spoke to them.’
‘Shit! It didn’t occur to you the kind of trouble that I was in?’
‘Oh, yes, it did. This morning,’ she
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