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Chapters (84)
  1. Dedication
  2. Time is a Killer
  3. Contents
  4. Map
  5. 1
  6. Twenty-seven years later …
  7. IRevellata
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  9. 3
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  43. IISaint Rose’s Day
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  62. IIISempre giovanu
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  76. Twenty-seven years later
  77. Acknowledgements
  78. AFTER THE CRASH
  79. BLACK WATER LILIES
  80. DON’T LET GO
  81. About the Author
  82. Also by Michel Bussi
  83. More on W&N
  84. Copyright

To sum it all up, Nicolas has devised a plan for the evening of Saint Rose’s day.

It’s very clever. Perfect. He’s plotted the timing as if he were rehearsing the robbery of the biggest casino in Las Vegas.

From 7 p.m.: Drinks with Papé Cassanu and Mamy Lisabetta at the Arcanu farm, with parents, cousins and neighbours.

Between 8 and 9 p.m.: My parents will go to have dinner at Casa di Stella. They will spend the night there. They won’t wake up until late the following morning, in love with each other.

From 9 p.m.: Almost all the Corsicans who live in Revellata Bay, and in particular the ones who drink and eat at the farm, will desert the place to go to the concert of polyphonic music at Santa Lucia church, in the middle of the maquis. And given the size of the chapel, they won’t want to be late if they want to get a seat.

After 9 p.m., in summary:

Freedom!

Freiheit!

Libertad!

Libertà!

It’s the only window in the whole holiday when our parents won’t be around, Nico said, assuming the voice of a Mafioso. We can’t miss this chance. As soon as the adults have turned their backs, Nico has suggested that we go to the biggest nightclub in the area, the Camargue, on the road towards the pine forest just past Calvi. So Nico is busy hatching, imagining, anticipating, planning. All he has to do is assemble his commando unit, like in Mission Impossible, and choose the other teenagers who are going to pile into the Fuego.

The poor, feeble-minded idiots.

They don’t understand that, as in any decent heist movie, the whole aim of the leader of the pack is to set them up – there’s always a secret plan behind the secret plan. Nicolas’s objective isn’t to take four spotty teenagers to wiggle around on the dance floor at the Camargue. Nico doesn’t care a hoot about the nightclub, the foam night or the lambada. The only treasure he wants to steal, the only diamond he wants to get hold of that evening is the one hidden inside Maria-Chjara’s thong.

23 August; the big night out, the night when he goes into action, the night of the grand lottery prize.

He knows it.

She knows.

They know.

That’s their secret plan.

The secret of Saint Rose’s day. Nicolas has always liked doing things the way Papa does.

And me?

Thank you, my future reader, for being concerned about me. You’re the only one who is.

So what about me? And me and me and me?

As usual.