It was Wednesday evening when she stumbled upon the piece of evidence, but it did not come to her in an earth-shattering manner at all. Instead, it was one of those confirmations that come in such a quiet, specific way if you have been patient enough: something that you have half-known and is now completely visible.
She was working in the library then. The Morelli penthouse had a library which was something she had discovered only in the second week and had quite immediately decided to use by herself as a secondary workspace for the times when the studio room's intense concentration felt like the last straw and she needed to think more generally. It had a nice amount of daylight and a very comfortable writing chair along with bookshelves that held the crazy mix of Marco's business books,
