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Ronie turned to Romina. “Has your father seen this?”
“What for?” she said. “He would conceal it in the same way as he would a suicide – a murderer's widow can't claim insurance either.”
We fell silent again; none of the four was bold enough to speak his or her mind. “What happens next, Dad?” my son finally asked. “Do we take this to the police?”
“They'll never forgive us,” Ronie said quickly.
“Who?” Juani insisted.
“Our friends, the people we know,” I answered.
“Is that so important?” my son asked.
“I'm scared of what could happen to us,” his father replied.
“Whatever was going to happen to us has already happened, Dad,” said Juani and his eyes filled with tears. Romina took a step forwards and put her arms around him, pressing all of her body against his. “So, what do we do then?” he asked again.
“I don't know,” answered Ronie. Juani looked at me, waiting for me to say something. His damp eyes locked
onto mine. I looked down. I felt helpless and alone. A widow in all but fact.
“I don't know,” Ronie said again.
And Juani said, “You don't know? There are times when you have no choice but to know. You know even if you don't want to. You're on one side or the other. There's no alternative: pick your side.”
Ronie was speechless, so I spoke for him. I asked Juani to help his father down the stairs. Romina followed us. The three of us got him into the jeep. Carefully I extended his plastered leg, then bent it again before shutting the door. I walked round to the other side and got in behind the wheel. I looked at Ronie: he was gazing ahead, at nothing in particular. Neither he nor I were sure of what we were about to do, but Juani was, and I was not prepared to let him do it alone.
I looked in the rear-view mirror: Juani had his camera around his neck and was holding Romina's hand. I turned the key and the engine started; I moved the gear stick and we rolled forwards, towards the exit barrier. Looking around gave me a strange sensation: it was already October in the first year of the new century, and spring felt out of kilter. The double bridal wreath spirea, which usually lasts until well into November, had already disappeared and some houses were splashed with the different whites of lilies and magnolias. That was strange – usually you don't see these flowers until much later in the summer. But there they were. As if Nature had intuited that December was already in the air.
When we arrived at the barrier, my hands were sweating. I felt as though I were in one of those films where the illegal immigrants have to cross a border.
Ronie was pale. The guard warned us: “Head straight to the highway without going through Santa María de los Tigrecitos; don't take that road, there's a security alert.”
“What's happened?” I asked.
“Things are looking ugly.”
“Have they closed the road?”
“I couldn't tell you, but even the people of Tigrecitos themselves are making barricades. They're frightened outsiders are going to come.”
“Who?” I asked.
“The people from the shanty towns, I suppose. Apparently they've been looting places on the other side of the highway. But don't worry: we're prepared for it here. If they come, we'll be waiting for them.” And he nodded towards two other guards who were standing to one side, next to a bed of azaleas, armed with rifles.
I looked ahead at the road leading to the highway: it was deserted. I swiped my card over the electronic reader and the barrier lifted. In the rear-view mirror the eyes of Juani and Romina watched me. Ronie tapped my thigh to get my attention. He looked terrified.
I asked him:
“Are you scared to go out?”
BACK TO THE COAST
Saskia Noort
 
Maria is a young singer with money problems, two children from failed relationships and a depressive ex-boyfriend. Faced with another pregnancy, she decides not to keep the baby, but after the abortion, threatening letters start to arrive. She flees from Amsterdam to her sister's house by the coast, a place redolent with memories of a childhood she does not want to revisit. But when the death threats follow her to her hiding place, Maria begins to fear not only for her life, but also for her sanity.
 
Saskia Noort is a bestselling author of literary thrillers. She has sold over a million copies of her first three novels.
 
 
 
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AND
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“A mystery writer of the heart as much as of the mind, a bal-
ance that marks her work with a flesh-and-blood humanity.”
Andrew Pyper, author of
The Wildfire Season
 
“Affairs, deceit, manipulation, tax dodges and murder
– there's nothing Noort shies away from stirring into the mix,
nicely showing off the sinister side of the suburbs.”
Time Out
 
“While there are echoes of Desperate Housewives here, this is
closer to Mary Higgins Clark and is a good bet for her fans.”
Library Journal Review
 
 
 
 
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THE VAMPIRE OF ROPRAZ
Jacques Chessex
 
Jacques Chessex, winner of the prestigious Prix Goncourt,
takes this true story and weaves it into a lyrical tale of
fear and cruelty.
 
1903, Ropraz, a small village in the Jura Mountains of Switzerland. On a howling December day, a lone walker discovers a recently opened tomb, the body of a young woman violated, her left hand cut off, genitals mutilated and heart carved out. There is horror in the nearby villages: the return of atavistic superstitions and mutual suspicions. Then two more bodies are violated. A suspect must be found. Favez, a stableboy with blood-shot eyes, is arrested, convicted, placed into psychiatric care. In 1915, he vanishes.
 
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AND
THE VAMPIRE OF ROPRAZ
“A superb novel, hard as a winter in these landscapes of
dark forests, where an atmosphere of prejudice and
violence envelops the reader”
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“An admirable story-teller, Chessex surprises again with this
terrifying portrait of a region, of an era and of a man with an
extraordinary destiny.”
Livres Hebdo
 
“Stark, wintry prose… disconcerting novella that alternately
seduces and appals.”
The List
 
“Packs visceral punch and unlikely to be quickly forgotten.”
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A NOT SO PERFECT CRIME
Teresa Solana
 
MURDER AND MAYHEM IN BARCELONA
Another day in Barcelona, another politician's wife is suspected of infidelity. A portrait of his wife in an exhibition leads Lluís Font to conclude he is being cuckolded by the artist. Concerned only about the potential political fallout, he hires twins Eduard and Borja, private detectives with a knack for helping the wealthy with their “dirty laundry”. Their office is adorned with false doors leading to non-existent private rooms and a mysterious secretary who is always away. The case turns ugly when Font's wife is found poisoned by a marron glacé from a box of sweets delivered anonymously.
 
 
 
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recommend it highly enough.”
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“Scathing satire of Spanish society, hilarious dialogue, all
beautifully dressed up as a crime novel.”
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This deftly plotted, bitingly funny mystery novel and satire
of Catalan politics won the 2007 Brigada 21 Prize.
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DOG EATS DOG
Iain Levison
 
Philip Dixon is down on his luck. A hair-raising escape from a lucrative but botched bank robbery lands him gushing blood and on the verge of collapse in a quaint college town in New Hampshire. How can he find a place to hide out in this innocent setting? Peering into the window of the nearest house, he sees a glimmer of hope: a man in his mid-thirties, obviously some kind of academic, is rolling around on the living-room floor with an attractive high-school student… And so Professor Elias White is blackmailed into harbouring a dangerous fugitive, as Dixon – with a cool quarter-million in his bag and dreams of Canada in his head – gets ready for the last phase of his escape.
 
But the last phase is always the hardest… FBI agent Denise Lupo is on his trail, and she's better at her job than her superiors think. As for Elias White, his surprising transition from respected academic to willing accomplice poses a ruthless threat that Dixon would be foolish to underestimate…
 
 
 
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and
Since the Layoffs
 
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ire with real suspense.”
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1
By 1990, inflation was running at 1300 per cent. President Carlos Menem appointed Domingo Cavallo to Finance Minister in 1991 and the Convertibility Law was passed, reining in inflation by pegging the national currency to the US dollar.
2
Burako is a popular game in Argentina, similar to Rummy, but played with tiles rather than cards.
3
An elaborate barbecue.
4
Mercosur is a free-trade agreement among Argentina, Brazil, Paraguay and Uruguay, founded in 1991.
5
The
asado
is at the heart of Argentine cuisine. Essentially it is a meal of grilled meats, including steak, sweetbreads and offal, which may be cooked in a rudimentary fire pit, in the country, or on a grill at home and in restaurants. The meal often lasts several hours and the “
asador
” – who cooks the meat – is regarded both as an artist and as a kind of folkloric hero. These qualities are recognized with an invariable invitation to “toast the
asador
”, and a round of applause.
6
Martín Fierro
, by José Hernandez, is an epic poem and a classic of nineteenth-century Argentine literature, extolling the rough life of the pampas, and of the gauchos who worked on the land.
7
This remark was famously made by President Carlos Menem after emergency surgery on a blocked artery in 1993.
8
Truco
, a popular card game in Argentina and in several other Latin American countries, is usually played by two teams of two players. The game's appeal lies in the complicated bidding and in the devices used to trick one's opponent. Bids can be accepted (
quiero
), rejected (
no quiero
) or raised in a number ways. Players may also deliberately deceive their opponents, or make secret signs to their partners. To that end, the game is played in distracting and noisy conditions. Whereas poker players maintain a tense silence,
Truco
players continue to talk and make jokes while they play. Calls of ‘
truco
', ‘
envido
' and ‘
flor
' refer to different combinations of cards and alter the stakes accordingly. ‘
Retruco
' raises the value of the round being played. ‘
Vale cuatro
' increases it to the maximum. If the trick is a tie, ‘
parda
', it belongs to neither side. ‘
Voy callado
' means to play a card without calling anything. ‘
Maldón
' or ‘misdeal' is a call for a new hand.
BITTER LEMON PRESS
First published in the United Kingdom in 2009 by
Bitter Lemon Press, 37 Arundel Gardens, London W11 2LW
 
www.bitterlemonpress.com
First published in Spanish as
Las viudas de los jueves
by Clarín/Alfaguara, Buenos Aires, 2005
 
Bitter Lemon Press gratefully acknowledges the financial
assistance of the Arts Council of England
 
© Claudia Piñeiro, 2005 English translation © Miranda France, 2009 Published by arrangement with Literarische Agentur Dr. Ray-Güde Mertin Inh. Nicole Witt e. K., Frankfurt am Main, Germany

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