He’d spent the rest of the day reading reports, transcripts, and test results concerning the other murders. Di Vincenzo had brusquely enquired whether he’d need an office to himself, but Lojacono had told him that he preferred to remain at his usual desk. He had good concentration and, in any case, there really wasn’t much traffic through that office. Giuffrè was beside himself with excitement, and from time to time he’d pepper him with questions about the Crocodile, but Lojacono mostly ignored him. He didn’t have any answers. The documents only reiterated what he already knew. And the more he thought it over, the more deeply Lojacono became convinced that there was no link at all between the three murdered kids. Tomorrow was going to be an important day: for the first time, the parents would be brought together in one place. Lojacono hoped they would recognize each other, that they would reveal a relationship that could set the police on the right track.
