Man, what a day! I woke up in Pescara, and I swear, the sun was already blazin’ like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I grabbed my coffee from that little café on Corso Umberto I. You know the one? The barista there, Marco, always gives me a hard time. “Detective, you need a double shot today!” he says. I just roll my eyes.
So, I’m sippin’ my espresso, tryin’ to wake up, when my phone buzzes. It’s my partner, Luca. “We got a situation at the beach,” he texts. Great. Just what I needed. I throw on my jacket and head down to Lungomare, where the waves are crashin’ like they’re auditioning for a movie.
When I get there, it’s chaos. A crowd’s gathered, and I can see some poor guy, sunburnt and panicking, tryin’ to explain himself. Turns out, he lost his wallet in the water. I mean, who takes their wallet to the beach? Seriously? I’m thinkin’, “Dude, you’re at the beach, not a bank!”
I start talkin’ to him, and he’s all flustered. “I had my ID, my cash, everything!” he says. I’m like, “Okay, chill. We’ll figure it out.” But inside, I’m just annoyed. I’ve got real cases to solve, not wallet rescues.
Then, outta nowhere, this lady starts yellin’. “My kid! My kid is missing!” My heart drops. I sprint over to her. She’s pointin’ at the water, and I’m thinkin’, “Not today, please.” I ask her where she last saw him, and she says he was building sandcastles near the rocks.
I run over there, and thank God, I see the little dude. He’s just chillin’, makin’ a fortress like he’s the king of the beach. I scoop him up, and his mom’s all tears and hugs. I’m feelin’ like a hero for a sec, but then I remember the wallet guy.
I head back, and guess what? The wallet’s floatin’ in the water! I dive in, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m swimmin’ like a dolphin, and finally grab it. I come out, water drippin’ off me, and hand it to the guy. He’s all grateful, and I’m just thinkin’, “This better not be a fake wallet.”
After that, I need a break. I stroll down Via Firenze, grab a slice of pizza from my favorite spot. It’s the best in Pescara, no contest. I sit outside, watchin’ the world go by. Old folks, kids, tourists. It’s a vibe.
But then, my phone buzzes again. “We got a robbery at the market,” Luca texts. Ugh, can’t a guy catch a break? I finish my pizza, and head over to Mercato di Pescara. It’s packed, and I can see the commotion.
Some guy’s tryin’ to make a run for it with a bag full of goods. I chase him down Via Cesare Battisti, and let me tell ya, I’m not the fastest guy, but adrenaline kicks in. I finally tackle him near the fountain. He’s squirming like a fish outta water.
I cuff him, and as I’m draggin’ him back, I can’t help but laugh. “Dude, you really thought you could outrun me?” He just glares at me.
By the time I get back to the station, I’m exhausted. I plop down at my desk, and all I can think is, “What a freakin’ day.” Pescara’s wild, man. One minute you’re savin’ kids, the next you’re chasin’ thieves.
I look out the window at the Adriatic. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. I might be tired, but I love this city. It’s got its quirks, its craziness, but it’s home. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen next.