He had shaved and his jacket, tie, and shirt matched. He was bursting with energy and optimism. His office was covered with photos of Elisa Sordi, the autopsy report, and, the biggest surprise of all, the possible alibis of not only Valerio Bona but also the inhabitants of Via della Camilluccia. “We checked,” he said, beaming. “Valerio Bona is the only one who isn’t covered for the whole afternoon; then, after eight, he’s got witnesses who say he was at home, although with all the chaos after the game we can’t be sure.” “Father Paul?” “The other volunteer, Antonio Orlandi, has confirmed his whole story.” “And Manfredi?” “Same thing. His personal trainer at the Top Top is a Polish guy named Jan Deniak. He says Manfredi was with him for at least an hour, from a 6:45 to 8:00, doing weight training in the gym.” The rejuvenated Teodori had even very discreetly verified the count’s movements: first at his party’s meeting, then at the minister of the interior’s.
