Uniform Justice
“She was nowhere in the apartment, nor was there any sign of the children. A glance at the clock showed him why: everyone had long since gone off to the business of their day. When he went into the kitchen, he was grateful to see that Paola had filled the Moka and left it on the stove. He stared out the window while he waited for the coffee, and when it was ready took it back into the living room. He stood looking through the rain at the bell tower of San Polo, and sipped at his coffee. When it was finished, he went back into the kitchen and made more. This time, he came back and sat on the sofa, propped his slippered feet on the table, and stared out the glass doors that led to the terrace, not really aware of the rooftops beyond.
He tried to think of who ‘they’ could be. Moro had been too stunned by Brunetti’s attack to prepare a defence and so had made no attempt to deny or pretend not to understand Brunetti’s reference to this nameless ‘they’. The first possibility that occurred to... Brunetti, as it would to anyone who knew even the least bit about Moro’s career, was someone at the health services, the target of the Moro Report’s accusation of institutionalized corruption and greed.MoreLess
He tried to think of who ‘they’ could be. Moro had been too stunned by Brunetti’s attack to prepare a defence and so had made no attempt to deny or pretend not to understand Brunetti’s reference to this nameless ‘they’. The first possibility that occurred to... Brunetti, as it would to anyone who knew even the least bit about Moro’s career, was someone at the health services, the target of the Moro Report’s accusation of institutionalized corruption and greed.MoreLess
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