What did I want to do with this information? Colaianni had asked me.
I didn’t know, I’d replied. And it was true, I didn’t. I had no idea what I could do with it. I knew now that Macri was an associate of Mafiosi and drug traffickers. But, when you came down to it, this didn’t greatly improve our situation.
I didn’t know what to do and that was why I didn’t go to see Paolicelli and tell him what I’d found out. If he was innocent I didn’t want to arouse any unfounded expectations. And if he was guilty – my doubts had returned with a vengeance, as I’d talked to Colaianni-I didn’t want to play the sucker any longer than I had to.
For the same reason, and for others I didn’t want to admit even to myself, I didn’t call Natsu. Even though I had to restrain the impulse lots of times.
I thought of calling Tancredi, but then I told myself I’d already taken more than enough advantage of our friendship. And besides, I didn’t know what to say to him, apart from asking him for advice yet again.
Several days passed in this absurd way.
Then one evening, as I was leaving my office to go home, I heard my name being called. I looked up and saw Natsu in an off-road vehicle. She gave me a shy smile, and made a gesture with her hand, inviting me to join her. I looked round, like someone who has something to hide, crossed the road and got in the car.
Yes, I did have something to hide.