The Innocent
“The technician from the police lab had left, having lifted fingerprints and collected the contents of the bathroom wastebin with which he had seemed well satisfied. Nail clippings, used tissues, two hairs with root bulbs and a small sticking plaster with blood on it. There might well be evidence of a man’s presence. And if it turned out to be Peruzzi? He was very put out but, as often happens, he couldn’t put his finger on the root cause. So he stood there, staring out at the rain-washed mornin...g street. The excessive heat had culminated in a heavy rainstorm during the night, which had cleared the air if not the marshal’s head. He was trying to remember the name of the people in the flat opposite, a very few metres away. He couldn’t. He might be no great thinker, but his memory usually served him pretty well and this failure added irritation to his discomfort. A good many years had passed, of course, but in an old-fashioned corner like this one, things don’t change that fast so, when he’d looked at the Japanese girl’s address, scribbled on bit of paper by Peruzzi, he’d been pleased.MoreLess
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