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At this point he had started eating the second course, which a kind woman had already brought him a couple of minutes earlier: autumn mushrooms and breaded and fried zucchini flowers, not exactly the maximum for good digestion, especially for a stomach over 80 years old like his.

The next morning, in excellent health, Vittorio had gone to the Registry Office, asking for an executive he knew because, like himself, he was parishioner of Santa Barbara.

Knowing he was Emeritus Commissioner, and ignoring the privacy law, his acquaintance had made an archivist available to him and with his help my friend had discovered the professions of the five victims, according to their old identity cards. Little by little, he had discovered that Capuò Tron, Picozza Ferini and Cipolla had also worked in a warehouse for a long time. It remained to be seen where: had they been at the same shower door factory too?

In the afternoon Vittorio had telephoned Commissioner Sordi to let him know of the coincidence, suggesting that he investigate the archives of the Turin Employment Office to find out in which companies those three had been warehouse workers: "I’m wondering, Evaristo, whether they had been employed in the same company where Peritti and Scrofagnocca had worked."