‘As it happens, the person we believe to be the killer is already under arrest. On what basis are you therefore claiming the reward?’
Tony had rehearsed this scene many times on the way in and had his answer ready.
‘Your case against Vincenzo Amadori rests on the fact that at the time of his arrest he was holding the gun used to shoot not only Curti but also Professor Edgardo Ugo. That is merely circumstantial evidence. I, on the other hand, have definitive proof that Amadori was indeed in the place and at the time that Ugo was shot. On the basis of the information that I possess, there can be no doubt that he will be convicted of that crime. But since the same weapon was used in both incidents, and was in his possession, it follows that he must have shot Curti too. It will be an open and shut case.’
The taller man now spoke.
‘Just what is the nature of this information, Signor Speranza?’
Tony laughed lightly to indicate that he hadn’t been born yesterday.
‘I would naturally only be prepared to disclose its full extent once the payment of the reward has been agreed by the Curti family. But I can reveal that it involves electronic surveillance techniques with a logged computer record and will stand up in court.’
He smiled at the two officials.
‘We’re talking the information age equivalent of blood on the hands.’
The taller man glanced at the uniformed officers, who had remained in the room, one to either side of Speranza.
‘All right,’ he sighed. ‘Take him down to the cellars and sweat it out of him. The works, okay? I want every detail by three at the latest. Including the stuff he’s forgotten he knew.’
The uniforms moved in and grasped Speranza by either arm in the manner known to pulp fiction as ‘vice-like’. It did indeed feel very vicious.
‘But…but…but…’ Tony spluttered.
The official smiled enigmatically.
‘The criminal always makes one fatal mistake,’ he said. ‘You came here demanding a reward on the basis of having proof that the person who murdered Lorenzo Curti also shot Edgardo Ugo with the same gun.’
‘But it’s true!’
The other man nodded.
‘It’s certainly true. What you overlooked, however, is that it’s your gun.’
Tony looked at him in complete bewilderment.
‘Mine? But how can you know that?’
‘Ah, that might well have taken some considerable time. The weapon had almost certainly been acquired on the black market, and was not officially registered. Fortunately, however, we were in possession of a clue that eventually led us, after a sleepless night and much profound cogitation that tested our professional skills as never before, to the irrefutable truth.’
Tony laughed bravely.
‘You’re bluffing! What clue?’
‘Your name is engraved on the barrel, signore,’ said Aurelio Zen.
