The Goodbye Kiss

The Goodbye Kiss

Massimo Carlotto

Language: English

Pages: 194

ISBN: 1933372052

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


"The best living Italian crime writer."-Il Manifesto

An unscrupulous womanizer, as devoid of morals now as he once was full of idealistic fervor, returns to Italy, where he is wanted for a series of crimes. To earn himself the guise of respectability, he is willing to go as far as murder.

Massimo Carlotto, master of the Mediterranean noir-hard-boiled crime novels that call enticing but violent cities like Marseilles, Naples, and Algiers home-and ex-con himself, has gained a reputation as one of the genre's most talented writers. Carlotto's first book, The Fugitive, deals with his time on the run in Latin America. He is author of many novels, including five titles in the extremely popular Alligator series.

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opposite. I formed part of that minority who found the movement a site of camaraderie and freedom. Things my family always denied me. If I imagined the price was life in prison and murdering a friend, I would’ve stayed put at home, stomaching my father’s bullshit, my mother’s failings, my sisters’ bigotry. Elsa preferred to screw in the morning, before getting breakfast for the guests. I always thought she preferred the morning because she didn’t have to spend a lot of time having sex. She was

rifle with a collapsible stock, two high-caliber revolvers, and a .22 caliber semiautomatic with a silencer. An execution-style weapon. Killers once snubbed it because of its weak stopping power. Then the American mafia started using it with good results, and it became the thing. I picked it up to get a feel for it. The clip was loaded with full-metal-jacket bullets. “Where’d they come from?” “A souvenir of a search,” he answered with a smile. “When you’re a cop, you get into the wholesome

and hired a private investigator to gather as much information as he could about her client, especially her economic prospects. At the next meeting Jessica looked grim. Without mincing words she told the dealer her daughter was getting worse by the hour and only an esoteric intervention could save her. And so in the course of four sessions the client found herself relieved of a tidy sum. When her husband learned about what happened, he turned to the lawyer. Jessica received her clients in quite

woman connected to some marginal character, the news of the murder would take up a paragraph in the dailies and half a page of a police report. I sized up various possibilities. The most convincing was passing off the crime as the work of a maniac. But in the end the cops would still come knocking at my door. No matter how I looked at it, I remained the principal suspect. I closed my eyes. Thought about her from the first time I spotted her in the osteria. The memory of a conversation made

exclusively for him. Every so often I managed to pull in some tips, and the salary wasn’t bad. But this line of work wasn’t going to get me very far. The most I could expect was to own another topless joint. Just like the Barese, who sported gold around his neck and wrists and kept the nails on his pinkies about four centimeters long. A hood who commanded respect. But he wasn’t my shining example. Still, I liked Veneto. It was on the fringes, and everybody had a chance to make it. All you needed

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