The foyer of the city’s library was expansive like an inflated lung and tracheated corridors led off it in several directions. A sign above each indicated subject areas and catalogue codes. I sat at one of the computers lining the wall that was still connected to the internet from the previous user.
I typed, “Giorni, Carlo,” and looked guiltily over my shoulder as it loaded. Two hundred and seventy-three listings and Carlo featured in all those on the first page. I scrolled through the articles that lauded his skills on the track, his playboy antics and his injury. On the second page, in shorter and not so newsworthy articles, I found a rare photo of a humbler Carlo sitting with a child on her hospital bed. Anything for a photo opportunity, I thought. Further on I found what I wanted – th
