I call Sulcis again. It rings, no answer. I don’t know who to turn to and if I go on like this I will find myself with nothing to show. Call the precinct, no way. Too many filters. Getting to him would be like throwing a stone into the canopy of a juniper bush and pulling out a dozing pheasant. It occurs to me that maybe he might have my contact and doesn’t answer deliberately. I could risk it with the "anonymous" function. I"m not afraid of tarnishing my reputation. I have already spent my credentials, and this, to be honest, gives me a considerable advantage. I have no fears whatsoever, I don’t skimp on defeats. I am a charlatan, the cavalier of ridicule who awaits, ready for battle, his next adventure.
The phone rings.
Once, twice, three times.
"Hello?"
"Pietro, at last!"
"
