"So we went to visit those museums."
Matteo snorted, slammed his palms on his knees, looked up at Lavoie without lifting his chin.
The detective bent his head back, his gaze turned to the neon light.
He sighed too, tired.
"Nothing suspicious, nothing at all."
"No. I have already told you, at least a hundred times I think. Nothing strange."
Lavoie stood up and began to walk back and forth. "To recap: you and the young lady arrived on June 12 and you haven’t moved from here. In the following three days you toured the city and the various attractions, and on the evening of June 15 you were the guests of honor of a party at Cristanti"s house."
"That"s right."
Matteo peered at the corridor, there were raised voices.
"Do you also want to know how many times I went to the bathr
