‘A noble speech. Many of us have made it before, at least in our own minds.’ Zen waved his hands in a gesture of apology and lowered his voice. ‘I’m sorry, Giovanni, but it was really horrific. It looked very much like a ritual killing, almost a pagan sacrifice, and it’s somehow got under my skin. I have no idea how the investigation will play out, but I do know that it will be a constantly evolving situation and that timing will be of the essence. I may need to take extraordinary measures and make extraordinary demands on our available resources. So I’m asking you, in the name of the questore, to give me permission to do so in advance, sight unseen, using your name and rank as authorisation.’ Giovanni Sforza regarded him in silence. ‘It is of course an insane request,’ Zen added. ‘There’s nothing wrong with a little insanity,’ said Sforza, ‘as long as it’s employed in the service of reason. Do what you like. But I warn you –’ He broke off. ‘What?’ asked Zen.
