Tal vez porque Salvo Montalbano siente más que nunca la onerosa carga del tiempo sobre sus hombros, el lector asiduo del comisario siciliano lo encontrará más maduro y reflexivo que nunca, aunque no por ello menos dispuesto a...
"Seconds passed; minutes. She could hear movement now in the waiting room she had just left…it was the metal magazine rack she was sure, that crashed to the tile floor. Then quiet. She strained to hear in the darkness. Nothing more, and then…...