(From the publisher):
Charley's rope was about frayed out. The carabinièri were after him, he had a bullet in his hip and no goddamn passport.
Charley needed a passport bad. He needed that intricate piece of paper - signed, sealed and innocent-looking - the way only a G.I. in Italy could need one. A G.I. deserter with a sweet fortune in blackmail lire and the carabinièri lusting to lay hands on him.
Charley got it. He got it off the body of a dead American drunk, and afterwards he weighted the body with metal and put it in the Tiber under an old bridge where the water was deep and the smell was very bad. He came up from under the bridge bleeding from the hip again, feeling as if his lungs were bursting - and that was when he saw her.
She was leaning over the side of the bridge looking down at him and the way the night shadows hit her and her hair hung down cupping her face she was very beautifil.
Only to Charley she looked like a monster...
Original title: A House in Naples
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense