I look at the sheet of paper, the tip of the Bic shaking imperceptibly.
"Can you tell me the name of the coroner?"
"Laura Corda."
"And the magistrate?"
"Lai. Nicholas Lai. Is that all?"
I finish writing.
"That’s all."
"Okay. Listen, Nereo, I’ll ask a favor of you. Don"t quote me in your article. Not as the source of your information."
"Why?"
"I"m not one who likes to read his name in the newspaper."
