We went through an internal passage into a large almost empty room, with several tables and sofas. Quiet. Only a couple of employees were talking about something at the coffee machine, when they saw us, they stopped for a couple of seconds, looked at each other and again began to discuss something quietly.

Right at the entrance, the officer stopped abruptly at an inconspicuous door with a dull sign, and I almost ran into his back, slowing down only at the last second.

“Questor Ignaz is in a bad mood today,” the redhead said. “Last night, hmm… another mentalist fell ill, already from the Day Squad. If I had known...