nearest towns.
Gracie had also contacted the right people to track down the Italian embassy.
Alex got up from the chairs where they were all sitting again, went to Gracie"s desk and asked for Lavoie.
"I would like to talk to the sergeant."
"I’ll call him right away."
She smiled at him.
"Jerome?" Gracie looked at Alex and pulled the telephone cable between her forefinger and thumb.
"I mean, Sergeant Lavoie?"
Lavoie lifted a corner of his mouth in a smile, his loose hair swaying on his temples with every step: he stopped in front of him and pointed with his thumb to the corridor from which he had come.
"Can I offer you a cigarette?" he asked him, and opened a side door using the panic handle.
"Gladly, Sergeant."
"Call me Jerome."
He sighed, waited for Alex to agree
