She was very agitated and stammering, and impossible to understand. Only after a few minutes did she manage to say something comprehensible about a dead little girl, and so she was put through to the inspector’s office. Bordelli charged out of his room, cursing, then yelled Piras’s name. Doors opened, heads peered out all down the hallway, but nobody said a word. A moment later Piras arrived on the run, and as soon as he saw Bordelli’s face, he knew what it was about. They got into the Beetle and raced off to the Parco delle Cascine, engine roaring. They drove over a grassy meadow that already had a number of squad cars on it with lights flashing. A strong wind was blowing, but it was a sirocco, and it felt almost hot. At the far end of the grassy expanse, before a grove of oak trees, was the usual crowd of rubberneckers being held back with difficulty by the police, as well as a few journalists. Rinaldi spotted the inspector and immediately came up to him, face glum. ‘Where’s the child?’ Bordelli asked.
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