Chapter XVIII
Back in Turin, I had phoned the news to my friend D'Aiazzo.
He was already aware of everything: "Sub judice what Tartaglia Fioretti told you. Things that I knew but that, of course, I couldn’t blab to you. Whoever informed him should be denounced, if it should be discovered who it is, because they violated the investigative secrecy and Fioretti as well, huh? But I don't think it will happen: too much power behind certain people." From the timbre of voice I had imagined him scowling. Then he must forced a smile and, as if he were cheerful, he had asked me: "Anyway, when will your book come out?"
"Very soon, and since the person who asked me to write those poems has no legal right over them, they will be published too, in the appendix."
"Good." And at this point he had hesi
