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Sandra Magnoli remembered when her husband told her that he considered the g*n a socially useful tool. Paolo's was a grey Beretta with silver chrome plating that Sandra couldn't remember the calibre. She had bought it to keep out the bad guys, but her husband didn't have time to use it the day he was murdered by the psychiatrist.
Roberto Salieri was there with her now. And the g*n was sold.
Sandra stood up, retreating to the farthest point of Adriano's room. She placed her shoulder blades on the protruding floors of the bookcase, remaining trapped in a confined space between the bed and the bookcase.
"Can we talk?" the psychiatrist asked politely, hands outstretched to preach calmly. "Go away” she said, trying to remain as lucid as possible. She knew the man was a murderer, and she
