Chapter 8

(Filippo Valentini)

Before getting in the car, I check if there is anyone suspicious looking at me along the length of the street, everything seems to be normal. I go in and start. The memory of the sweet smell that Renata has comes to mind, I held myself not to throw her face down on that table and fuck her until she couldn't feel her legs anymore.

Besides a beautiful face and body, she has very good culinary skills. I felt like I was eating macaroni fresh out of an Italian kitchen. I liked the nostalgia.

I wished I had asked more questions her, but she would notice that I inquired into her life, I was hoping that she would interact more and also ask me something, so that the conversation would be more natural and I could question with the excuse that I was just curious about the course of the conversation, but she just ate in silence after saying that her father had died.

In the investigation, the name of her father does not consist in her documents, only the name of her mother, San