CHAPTER IX
Another day had arisen on what, until a few weeks before, was one of the many quiet, anonymous provinces where nothing ever happens and life flows through looking all the same
Eddy had arrived at the police station along with Bettini; it was quite cold and the fog had already appeared at the first light of the morning.
The other agents who collaborated with the investigation were present in the office and everyone was ready to take notes and do their part.
«So we finally have some chance. Not much, actually, but at least we have something to work on»
Eddy made a slight sign to Bettini with his head to show him to continue and approached the window to turn on the usual cigarette.
«We finally have a name,» said the inspector, looking in turn at everyone present. «Marco Erran
