The Temptation of Forgiveness [antikvár]

Having left the apartment smack on time so as to arrive at the Questura on time for a meeting w^ith his superior, Brunetti found himself seated towards the rear of a Number One vaporetto, glancing idly through a copy of that morning's Gazzettino. Subconsciously av^are that they had just left la Salute, starting to cross to Vallaresso, he heard the boat's motor slip into reverse. A Venetian system of batlike echolocation told him they w^ere still some distance from the left bank of the canal, so the sound of the boat reversing was out of place: perhaps the Captain was trying to avoid something in the water ahead of them. Brunetti lowered the paper, looked up, and saw nothing. Or, more accurately, he saw no farther than a sober grey wall he recognized instantly as an approaching bank of fog. It was hard to believe his eyes, so clear had the sky been when he'd left his home twenty minutes before. While he had been reading about the latest failure of the MOSE