The message says that the Farsinellis have a meeting scheduled with Queso that evening, and that in the meantime she’s gone after Lulu. It also says that the police called in the night and are holding Kafka. Our Twiggy may be insane, but she’s turning out to be a pesky little investigator, so I decide to leave the real criminals to her for the morning so I can get over to the police station and see about releasing Kafka into the general population again. The jail’s not a big place and can’t have room for more than a few cells. I walk up to the front desk and tell Rodrigo, the officer on duty, that I’d like to bail out an amigo. He wants to know the name of this amigo, I tell him Kafka, which doesn’t appear to ring a bell. Then I tell him the amigo’s Albanian, and he tells me the Albanian’s not getting bail. “What are you holding him for?” “Public disturbance and an expired passport.” “Public disturbance?” “And an expired passport,” Rodrigo says, lighting a cigar so he can blow some smoke in my face, while down a corridor I hear what sounds like weeping.
