![]() ![]() ![]() His gaze fell over the pompous ‘Wedding Cake’ building that dominated the skyline. Birdsong rang through his ears as he took in the spectacle that was Rome. Banishing these thoughts from his mind, Borromeo walked to the edge of the terrace that sat atop of Janiculum Hill. Even here, he could tell the uniformed officers were gossiping about him. The impact of the last month had taken a toll on him and his marriage, and it irked him that his colleagues delighted in his struggle rather than supporting him. He rubbed his heavy eyes, feeling the deep creases that had formed either side, and sighed. ![]() He didn’t need a forensic report to know that he only had one. Every murder should have two things to investigate a body and a kill site. This puzzled Inspector Borromeo as he stood over the corpse. The mutilated body laid on the cobbled piazza surrounded by litter, leaves and debris. ![]()
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