The day was vaguely cold, but the deputy commissioner loved to walk to tidy up his ideas, and the best way to get results was always to go and look for them in person. In any office a request from her arrived, it was known that she would show up the next morning to get "her" papers signed, even more so now that the victim of the case she was investigating was a person in sight. All she needed was one envelope. All the murders with 10.7 calibre bullets, and maybe, with the same gun. By the end of the morning he had four packs of murders with the same calibre of bullets, as many with doubtful cases and no match on the gun.

For some time she had got into the habit of using elegant but capacious bags for his transport. Still on foot she managed to reach her friends for lunch, in a small restaurant in the centre, where they were used to eating. They had eaten a light lunch, talking about women's frivolities, as they used to not talk about work during lunch, but after coffee, when the plates were removed, it was a different time.

They always took a table in a corner where prying ears could not hear.

«How was your day?» asked Lavinia, the coroner.

«I do not know. I haven't seen it yet, «Greta replied. Then he began to take out the packages he had collected, listing them aloud.

«Can I bring you anything else?» the waiter asked with a friendly smile. He was a handsome man, and he knew it. Tall, always combed, clean-shaven and clean. He didn't look more than thirty years old, but he could very well have more and carry them well.

«A doughnut split in half,» said Ludovica, the deputy prosecutor.

«Coffee,» Greta said.

«No sweet today?» the man asked.

«She's afraid of getting fat,» said Ludovica.

«Why do you see me fat? You see me Fat! «

«No!» Lavinia replied, raising her eyes to heaven. She turned to Ludovica. «Why don't you shut up? You know how she is. She does fixed thinkings. She's a hypochondriac!» Then she turned to her friend. «You are not fat. You're in great shape,» she said, chanting a familiar refrain.

«How are the investigations going today?» the man said to divert the conversation.

«You mean you saw us today with files that couldn't get out of the office, have lunch and chat amiably like a little homicide club?» Lavinia asked sarcastically.

«I? No! Never happened,» the man said, continuing to smile conspiratorially.

«Here. Good boy!» Ludovica concluded.

«Anyway, we're at the beginning,» said Greta.

«Greta!» Ludovica scolded her with her eyes.

«It's Mario! Our waiter friend! How many years have you seen us here?» Greta calmed her. At that moment the noise of a frightening braking forcefully invaded the air, so much so that everyone went out into the street to see what happened.

There was a man of small stature standing in front of a car that had largely passed the intersection area. Shortly before, a small group of people stood next to a little girl dressed in white who was looking scared at what had happened. Greta approached the driver of the car, who was in evident confusion.

«I'm Deputy Commissioner Greta Morli, what happened?»

«The brake, it was blocked. It was blocked.»

Greta immediately realized that the man was shaken, but unharmed, so she devoted herself to the other in front of the car. Ludovica was already with him.

«Are you okay?» She was saying, examining him from head to toe. The man had lively blue eyes, a particular face, with a beard of those that, even when shaved, left a vast trace, as on those whose faces are used to the sun. Lavinia thought it was someone used to working outdoors, perhaps a laborer. Even simple, vintage-style clothes could be associated with that type of character. With gestures he made it clear that he was fine.

The women insisted on letting Mario, the club enter, to get something, maybe a glass of water. He gladly accepted.

«What's your name?»

The man, always with gestures, had a sheet and a pen brought.

«Aren't you talking because of the accident?» Lavinia asked. He calmed her down. He took the paper and wrote: Seraphim!

«Are you Seraphim?» Ludovica asked.

The man smiled and nodded.

«Are you fine?» Greta asked. He grabbed her hands to strengthen her communication, smiled with deep peace and tranquility, and slowly nodded. Greta inexplicably felt that great peace. Then the man pointed to them one by one, indicated the place with a broad gesture and smiled in agreement. They understood, inexplicably, that what they were doing there, that is, investigating the ugliness of the news cases, was the right thing. Finally Mario approached, Seraphim took his hand and he let himself be led, then took Lavinia's hand, joined them, smiled and nodded making him understand that together they were a good thing and went away, silently blessing the place.

In her office, Greta viewed the images of the traffic cameras relating to the accident. In all the videos the car arrived and the little girl dressed in white seemed doomed, then inexplicably disappeared from the car's trajectory and, in its place, Seraphim appeared, being dragged away for about ten meters. At the hundredth time she slowed it down and on one frame saw the wings on his shoulders