CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Remi felt much better having a layman in the interrogation room than a priest. It soothed the remnants of her Catholic guilt. Sergeant Esposito was over the moon as well, not that he was here. After they had found a business card to a Rome hotel in the prisoner’s pocket, he had gone off to search Ziegler’s room.
So Remi and Daniel, and a local officer, sat glowering at Ziegler over the plain metal table. The art thief sat there, looking sullen.
This time we have him, she thought, and I’m going to get some answers.
“I want a lawyer,” he grunted.
Or maybe not.
“Officer Brambilla needed treatment for a dislocated shoulder,” the Italian officer said in English.
“I want a lawyer.”
This man is a professional criminal. He knows he’s caught but he’ll still try to get ou
