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merely upholding the law,’ Sergio Tondo remarked in a tone of light reprimand. ‘The procedural irregularities which had evidently occurred — through no fault of yours, dottoressa , I dare say — unfortunately made it impossible for them to act in any other way.’
    Corinna Nunziatella nodded sagely.
    ‘I’m sure the citizens of Italy will sleep more soundly in their beds at night, knowing that the legal rights of convicted mafiosi are being protected with such rigour.’
    The director gave a sympathetic sigh.
    ‘I know how frustrating these setbacks can be, but try not to feel too bitter. It’s quite pointless, and might ultimately have a negative effect on your performance as a valued member of our team.’
    Again Corinna chose not to respond.
    ‘Those two files are currently inactive, then,’ Tondo went on. ‘So what have you been working on?’
    ‘The Tonino Limina case has been occupying almost all my time in the past weeks.’
    ‘With what results?’
    Corinna took a deep breath and counted silently to five.
    ‘As I explained at the general briefing last week, direttore , I have been working on two main fronts. Firstly, I have tried to trace the provenance and movements of the wagon in which the body was found. As you know, the waybill attached to the so-called “death chamber” indicated that it formed part of a stopping goods train, schedule number 46703, which left Palermo on 23 July. However, despite lengthy interviews with the various crews who worked this train, I have as yet been unable to determine conclusively whether the said wagon originated in Palermo or was attached to the train at some later point. It is also unclear how and when it came to be abandoned on the siding where it was later discovered. The train crew explicitly deny that they detached any wagons during their layover at the station of Passo Martino. On the other hand, they admit that they remained in the cab of the locomotive during this time. It is therefore possible that some third party detached the wagon without them noticing. What we do know is that the signalman who brought the train to a halt was not a railway employee, and that the repair work which he used to justify the manoeuvre was not in fact taking place.’
    The director nodded in a slightly bored, dismissive way.
    ‘And your second line of enquiry?’
    To try to contact the Limina family with a view to making a positive identification of the victim.’
    The director smiled yet again, more intensely, but he did not speak.
    ‘Needless to say, this has also proved extremely problematic,’ Corinna went on. ‘The Limina family are not given to communicating with the authorities at the best of times, still less with a magistrate participating in the AntiMafia pool. Nevertheless, I have been able to establish a tentative initial contact, using an associate of the family with whom I have had dealings in the past.’
    ‘Who’s that?’ Sergio Tondo demanded, suddenly alert.
    ‘He is referred to in my files under the code name “Spada”.’
    The director frowned at her.
    ‘“Swordfish”? And what is Signor Spada’s real name?’
    Corinna Nunziatella’s face hardened.
    ‘I have no idea. Nor do I wish to know. This is an extremely sensitive and covert contact, and in my view one which the Limina family deliberately keeps active in order to facilitate communications with us and with other clans when this suits their purposes. If Spada’s real name became known, the contact might well be seriously compromised or even terminated.’
    Corinna Nunziatella had spoken in a deliberately measured tone, weighing her words. The director considered her statement for a moment.
    ‘And what did your Swordfish have to say?’ he asked with a markedly ironic inflection.
    ‘It’s been inconclusive so far. He’s intimated that the family will have a statement to make, but that they want to make sure that all members of the “family” have been informed before they make