He was much calmer and more confident than he was the last time he was waiting to see Commissioner Santoro, only a few short weeks earlier. Castillo looked at his watch, noting it was just after noon when the uniformed Inspector saw him into Santoro’s office. Castillo strode in with hardly a limp. Being free of mind and worries had seemed to translate well into his physical condition as well. Santoro invited Castillo to help himself to a cup of coffee from the table in the corner and so Castillo did. Castillo found a certain irony in the fact that both of them were wearing tan suits with pin striping, although Castillo wore a powder blue shirt underneath and Santoro a pink one. Castillo was also fairly confident that the price of Santoro’s suit was probably double his own, as the Commissioner had a penchant for wearing only custom made designer suits. Castillo set a case folder down on the desk in front of him as the Commissioner stared at him. Santoro wasted no time in getting down to the point of the meeting.
