Someone had removed the seals from the door, which stood ajar. All Rocco had to do was push it open. In the living room, squatting behind a sofa, his back to the door, was a man. “Did you take the seals off the door?” asked Rocco. The man turned around. It was Luca Farinelli, the deputy director of the forensic squad. “Actually, no. It must have been one of your officers.” “Or one of yours. My officers haven’t set foot in this place since the first day.” Farinelli stood up, dusting off the knees of his trousers. “And it’s a good thing!” “Mind if I ask what you’re doing here?” Rocco asked. “I’m working. What about you?” “I’m looking for a tie.” “My men took all the ties to Fumagalli.” “Then they must have been the ones who broke the seals.” “My men don’t pull mistakes like that. That’s the kind of thing your people do. When are you guys going to learn the basics of handling a crime scene?” “How’s everything going? Is your wife doing well?”
