THIRTEEN
Walking from the police station, I’m hit by a blast of cold air. Normally, I’d find it uncomfortable, and I’d want to tighten my coat to stay warm. Not this evening, though. Instead, I welcome the breeze and gulp in great breaths. After the claustrophobic atmosphere of the interview room, the night air is refreshing and gives me a sense of freedom. Yes, I’m free, I think. My elation is tempered, considering my release is restricted and may only be temporary. But for now, at least, I can be happy. I’m going home.
Mr Giannisi guides me to his car. It’s a large Mercedes. Another new experience, I’ve never travelled in a Mercedes before. I’ve never been in a police station before either or been suspected of killing someone, but let’s not dwell on that. I need to concentrate on the p
