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all I can say.” Ernesto sounded tired.
A nasal, unemotional voice replied. “Look, I don't care if you killed him.”
“I didn't kill anybody!”
“Let me proceed, please.” The voice was cold. “As I said, it doesn't make any difference to me if you killed him or not. It's my job to get you out of this mess, and if you help me, it'll be easier. So tell me everything you know, even if it's to your disadvantage, and I'll decide how much has to be disclosed to the police. The worst thing you can do is not to trust me.”
“The lawyer sounds terrible.” Carlina whispered into Stefano's ear.
Stefano nodded.
“I've told you all I know.” Ernesto's voice became stubborn. “Now leave me alone.”
“I'm supposed to defend you, my boy.”
“I don't need a defense.”
Domenico Rulo's voice turned colder still. “You should have told me that before I had to rush here on ferragosto of all the days in the year. Do you think I like to waste my time?”
“No. I'm sorry.” Ernesto sighed. “I didn't know that you would come. My family arranged it, and I wasn't aware of it. I could have told them it's useless.”
Stefano turned his head and met Carlina's unbelieving gaze.
A sudden noise shook the house. It sounded as if someone had opened the door to Ernesto's room with so much force that the door had banged against the wall.
Like an echo, a loud explosion and banging started outside. The fireworks of ferragosto had begun.
Inside, the voice of Commissario Pucci rang out like a fanfare. “I've come to arrest you, Ernesto Santorini!”
Chapter 6
Carlina grabbed Stefano's arm and held onto it with all her might.
He covered her hand and held it in a clasp that was not only comforting but also made sure she didn't rush forward.
“Can I see your warrant?” The lawyer's voice sounded bored.
“Who the heck are you?” Pucci didn't give an inch.
“My name is Domenico Rulo. I'm an attorney, and I'm representing Ernesto Santorini. I'm surprised that you don't know me.”
“I can't know every lawyer,” Pucci said in an offhand voice. “Now, you'd better come without a fight, Signor Santorini.”
Rulo gave an annoyed hiss. “Let me repeat it once again: You've got to show me the warrant before you can take my client anywhere.”
“I'll have it the day after tomorrow,” Pucci said.
Stefano's jaw went slack.
Pucci continued, “In the meantime--”
Rulo cut in. “You can't arrest my client without a warrant.”
“It's ferragosto , and that's why I can't get a hold of the right people at the moment.” Pucci said in a nonchalant way as if his behavior was standard procedure. “Now don't confuse the issue. The warrant is a mere technicality in this case.”
“The mere technicality, as you call you, Signor, is absolutely necessary. Who do you think you are? The Gestapo?”
Pucci's voice rose. “I have a right to make an immediate arrest if I fear that the suspect is going to escape.”
“I'm not going anywhere.” Ernesto sounded close to panic.
Carlina made a step forward, but Garini pulled her back.
“You've heard my client.” The lawyer's voice was cold. “Besides, your findings are way too weak to justify an arrest at this point.”
“That's where you're wrong, Signor !” Pucci was shouting now, so Carlina and Stefano had no problem following the conversation. “We've found the murder weapon underneath the suspect's bed!”
“What?” Ernesto's voice rose an octave. “The murder weapon was found underneath my bed?”
“Yes.” Commissario Pucci was clearly proud of himself. “We searched the house this afternoon, while you were all out, and we found it right away. It wasn't a very clever hiding place, you know. I've just returned from the station with the result, and yes, the bullet did come from this gun.” There was a rustling sound. “Here it is. Now, do you recognize it?”
“I've never seen it in my life,” Ernesto's voice shook. “Never!”
“I didn't expect you to
A nasal, unemotional voice replied. “Look, I don't care if you killed him.”
“I didn't kill anybody!”
“Let me proceed, please.” The voice was cold. “As I said, it doesn't make any difference to me if you killed him or not. It's my job to get you out of this mess, and if you help me, it'll be easier. So tell me everything you know, even if it's to your disadvantage, and I'll decide how much has to be disclosed to the police. The worst thing you can do is not to trust me.”
“The lawyer sounds terrible.” Carlina whispered into Stefano's ear.
Stefano nodded.
“I've told you all I know.” Ernesto's voice became stubborn. “Now leave me alone.”
“I'm supposed to defend you, my boy.”
“I don't need a defense.”
Domenico Rulo's voice turned colder still. “You should have told me that before I had to rush here on ferragosto of all the days in the year. Do you think I like to waste my time?”
“No. I'm sorry.” Ernesto sighed. “I didn't know that you would come. My family arranged it, and I wasn't aware of it. I could have told them it's useless.”
Stefano turned his head and met Carlina's unbelieving gaze.
A sudden noise shook the house. It sounded as if someone had opened the door to Ernesto's room with so much force that the door had banged against the wall.
Like an echo, a loud explosion and banging started outside. The fireworks of ferragosto had begun.
Inside, the voice of Commissario Pucci rang out like a fanfare. “I've come to arrest you, Ernesto Santorini!”
Chapter 6
Carlina grabbed Stefano's arm and held onto it with all her might.
He covered her hand and held it in a clasp that was not only comforting but also made sure she didn't rush forward.
“Can I see your warrant?” The lawyer's voice sounded bored.
“Who the heck are you?” Pucci didn't give an inch.
“My name is Domenico Rulo. I'm an attorney, and I'm representing Ernesto Santorini. I'm surprised that you don't know me.”
“I can't know every lawyer,” Pucci said in an offhand voice. “Now, you'd better come without a fight, Signor Santorini.”
Rulo gave an annoyed hiss. “Let me repeat it once again: You've got to show me the warrant before you can take my client anywhere.”
“I'll have it the day after tomorrow,” Pucci said.
Stefano's jaw went slack.
Pucci continued, “In the meantime--”
Rulo cut in. “You can't arrest my client without a warrant.”
“It's ferragosto , and that's why I can't get a hold of the right people at the moment.” Pucci said in a nonchalant way as if his behavior was standard procedure. “Now don't confuse the issue. The warrant is a mere technicality in this case.”
“The mere technicality, as you call you, Signor, is absolutely necessary. Who do you think you are? The Gestapo?”
Pucci's voice rose. “I have a right to make an immediate arrest if I fear that the suspect is going to escape.”
“I'm not going anywhere.” Ernesto sounded close to panic.
Carlina made a step forward, but Garini pulled her back.
“You've heard my client.” The lawyer's voice was cold. “Besides, your findings are way too weak to justify an arrest at this point.”
“That's where you're wrong, Signor !” Pucci was shouting now, so Carlina and Stefano had no problem following the conversation. “We've found the murder weapon underneath the suspect's bed!”
“What?” Ernesto's voice rose an octave. “The murder weapon was found underneath my bed?”
“Yes.” Commissario Pucci was clearly proud of himself. “We searched the house this afternoon, while you were all out, and we found it right away. It wasn't a very clever hiding place, you know. I've just returned from the station with the result, and yes, the bullet did come from this gun.” There was a rustling sound. “Here it is. Now, do you recognize it?”
“I've never seen it in my life,” Ernesto's voice shook. “Never!”
“I didn't expect you to
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