Chapter 23
Poggioreale
(Third person)
The gates to Poggioreale prison closed with a shrill metallic thud. Tancredi and Ferrari fell into step behind a chubby guard who led them along the grey, smelly corridors of the place. The gloomy and depressing atmosphere was made even more dismal by the sad silence that lingered between those walls. They met three other prison officers along the way and each one of those faces represented the subtle anxiety of someone who, by choice or by force, had to spend their life in a prison.
The officer stopped halfway along a short, windowless corridor and opened the only door there.
‘He’s in here’, he mumbled quickly.
Ferrari entered immediately. After all, that part of Poggioreale was part of his daily work. Whereas Tancredi approached the doorway cau
