However, the older I’ve become, the more I’ve had to get used to it. Silva is not a bad captain. But he is young. And right now he’s nervous.‘You know this department is being watched?’ he says.He’s trying to stay level, and I guess I appreciate the effort.‘Let me ask you a question,’ I say. ‘Would you rather I’d let Gilmore smash his javelin through the President?’‘That doesn’t change the fact, Carvalho. You shot an athlete.’‘Gilmore killed himself, when he took aim at the President. What I’m doing is trying to work out why.’‘And in the meantime two more athletes are dead, and another one is barely alive.’‘They’re connected.’‘I don’t doubt it, Carvalho,’ Silva tells me. ‘But what’s the deal? Why’s it happening? How many more are going to die?’‘None.’Captain Silva scowls.‘How do you know?’I stare through the glass. Paz has taken a seat at one of the desks in the pit, and I watch her as Silva closes his office door.‘I need something solid,’ Silva says.
