"Do you read a lot? I guess you do."
"Not anymore."
She adjusts her skirt. She looks at the people walking by in the street.
"The other day, I took a look at your profile...," I say.
"Did you like it?"
"It"s sui generis, no doubt about it."
"Were you looking for something controversial about the case?"
"I don"t know..."
She slips a hand into her bag and pulls out a stick of cocoa butter. She passes it over her lips. I think I"d like to bite them. I imagine they’re full of cranberry juice. I could use it as a starting point for a novel. The story of a vampire who falls in love with a mouth, forgetting about light. So, in the end, he dies toasted.
"You have a friend who has posted the picture of a noose," I say.
She chuckles, in an unnatural way.
"It"s Giovanni. He
