She’d worked with Falcone’s people too long and it showed. The two of them were back in their dishevelled corner on the narcotics floor, running through the intelligence records she’d pulled to try to help in the Gabriel case. He looked into her dark, sceptical eyes and said, ‘What’s the problem now?’ ‘We’re supposed to be on the same side.’ ‘Did you tell them that?’ ‘They know already.’ ‘Here.’ He flipped the computer screen back to her and threw the keyboard across the desk. ‘You go through all this crap. It’s for your friends.’ ‘Oh thanks, Gino! And you’re going to do what, exactly?’ ‘Cop stuff,’ Riggi murmured then walked out and got in the lift. The noisy crowd outside the Questura seemed to be getting bigger. They didn’t look twice at him. Dressed the way he was they’d never believe he was police. ‘What’s the deal?’ he asked some beefy-looking woman yelling obscenities into thin air.
