The detective was in Livia’s house around 45 minutes. While Paolo was waiting, he got a call on his mobile.
“Well?” asked Tony minimally.
“Well what?” asked Paolo, taken rather off-guard.
“You know what!” barked Tony, testily. “How did the identification thing go with Livia?”
“In all honesty, Tony, I’ve no idea.” This was a risky response, which succeeded in pissing off the boss instantly.
“Why the fuck not?” he shouted, “where the fuck are you?”
“In the street outside her house.” replied Paolo.
“Why, what’s happened?
“She’s got a copper in there with her. He’s been there ages.”