THE DETECTIVE AND HER INFORMANT
20 July 2010
The large black sedan with the two policemen on board moved away from the sidewalk with the same indolence as a bear. The air conditioning fan was turned up to the maximum, because lately you could already feel the heat at ten in the morning. Veronica lowered the window a little to let the cigarette smoke escape. As she maneuvered to get out of the parking lot, she was carefully watching what her nice colleague was doing. After she’d got the dog into the trunk of the SUV, she saw her walk to the tobacconist and come out with a pack of cigarettes in her hand.
"She went to buy smokes, the little saint! Why did she come to ask for our help? I think she has something big on her hands. What do you say, Carlo? If we can solve it first, we’ll make a
