LXXXVI
While Zamagni, Rugantini and Mazza were still closed in the interrogation room, they heard two hits on the glass that soundproofed the room: it was the agent that Zamagni sent to tell the forensics to look for the photos.
“You’re already back” said Zamagni, going out.
“Yes”, said the agent showing off some albums like trophies. “We have the photos”
“thank you very much. I will keep them for a bit”, said Stefano Zamagni, getting back in the interrogation room.
“I almost forgot!”
Zamagni turned around, keeping the door open.
“There were these too”, said the agent, giving to his co-worker two tickets. “They found them in one of Armerini’s jackets, in his house. They are two tickets for a jazz concert.”
Zamagni thanked the policeman, then he went back in the interrogation room a
