The long white marble corridor on the first floor of the Court smells of disinfectant and silence. Rectangles of light plunging from high, narrow windows on the floor just washed clear. No mark them stain. The fourth door on the left of the plate reads "RC Office." The lawyer tries to knock firmly but politely. No one answers. Then the door suddenly opens and a small man with big thick glasses comes embraced a couple of folders gray "Pardon, a lawyer ..." It 's a chancellor, a lawyer Pittalunga know him, good man. "Good morning, Chancellor. The magistrate Locchi there?"
"Dear Pittaluga lawyer is, is sit down." The study of the magistrate is nestled in the shadows. A huge fat man at the desk by the friendly voice if they remain sitting in his chair that seems to stagger under its weight while gesturing towards the lawyer. "Good morning Dr. Locchi. The tall man who knows he enters the office closed and dust. The floor is filled with piles of gray and yellow, layered lives, forgotten stories, dead ends.
Two small dark eyes followed George as he approaches Pittaluga. In those two wells blacks facing a lean and tall man, just bald.
"Then a lawyer, what do you think?" The magistrate fat rises from his chair and stretches his hand on short nails. Following a handshake distracted.
The lawyer Pittaluga is perched on the edge of the chair as if he felt the years of dust deposited and afraid to get dirty gray habit.
"Dear Doctor Locchi, how do I come from she just called me, although I am not very clear the dynamics of the facts. In fact I would be grateful if you ... "The magistrate
stretches his arms with palms facing forward groped to stem the flow of words that people are beginning to glimpse.
"Lawyer, Attorney ... wait, wait a minute ... if you do not mind me talking before ... and I must also say that there is still little room for your questions!"
"In this case ... you know ... not this is the tone that I expected ... and then .... " The lawyer starts to get up and return her bag which was placed gently on the ground.
'lawyer, should not behave like this ... we have conducted some research on his family entourage ... you know ... say ... so ... you know, for the sake ... in the interest of his esteemed professional and citizen ... mirror is clear. .. "
" But what does it say? What are you talking about? But as you can ... "
" lawyer, the lawyer ... stop whining and listen to me well because I'll tell him once "
Small eyes got darker as the voice.
"I know the history of the family with which it is related to a career ... she was the son of a fisherman, a poor man ... she is a good person, believe me watch, but thanks to his stepfather and certainly to its value, she became an important lawyer in this city. "
Pittaluga George has resided on the edge of his chair and clutching the handle of his black bag.
The magistrate stares and continued: "We come to the point ... we have custody of Di Stefano for months, long months, we've kept in solitary confinement and interrogated with various methods ... "
The expression" various ways "through the spine of Pittaluga scratching. "... But we can not cavarle nothing."
stroke open hand on the table, lanky man's eyelids flapping tremors.
"NOTHING"
According coup, no reaction of the eyelids, the pupils of the only bright eyes dilate slightly.
"Dr. Locchi Look, I do not think either way, nor the tone in which I ..." I had nothing to do with the family of my wife and I do not know ... "
" Lawyer ... lawyer .... " The head of the magistrate
fluctuates and the air comes out of his nostrils loudly. The image of a bull ready to charge lanky man comes to mind. The magistrate's right index finger in the air varies. Needless to continue to oppose, even dangerous. Better listen to him.
"Lawyer, Di Stefano does not speak for months, do not give a damn, he knows that will give life sentences for 4:00 to 5:00 because of all that which has been stained and will see that more stories will come out ... then suddenly decides to speak with a lawyer after that he never opened his mouth to that office who have given her ... and decides to talk to her, which deals with company, bankruptcy, trusts and shit different ... you know that someone that makes my job becomes suspicious and then arises questions like why him? "
" I do not know, "the lawyer long legs move and raise a man ill at ease they feel the sweat dampen the neck and armpits and a foul smell of fear "and in fact I'm leaving you I've unraveled the ...".
"Lawyer ... sit"
plump hands together in prayer. The voice is more relaxed now, almost caressing.
"Sit down, please ... we know many things about her ... and consider this ..."
The thin file across the desk and reaches the lanky man who finds the strength to lift the cover. From there, look at him in two photographs.
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