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be thirty, maybe. But she was hot, like Paolo said, and she was carrying a big rucksack, much bigger than yours, this big..."
Paolo whispered something to her, screwing up his eyes to look at the priest as he did so. The sun was bright in his face.
"Yeah," said the girl impatiently, "I know. The Specters," she said to Father Gomez, "she wasn' afraid of the Specters at all. She just walked through the city and never worried a bit. I ain' never seen a grownup do that before, all right. She looked like she didn' know about them, even. Same as you," she added, looking at him with a challenge in her eyes., pointing at the square stone tower over the red-brown rooftops. It shimmered in the midday glare. "And the boy who stole it, he kill our brother, Tullio. The Specters got him, all right. You want to kill that boy, that's okay. And the girl, she "There's a lot I don't know," said Father Gomez mildly.The little boy plucked at her sleeve and whispered again."Paolo says," she told the priest, "he thinks you're going to get the knife back."Father Gomez felt his skin bristle. He remembered the testimony of Fra Pavel in the inquiry at the Consistorial Court: this must be the knife he meant."If I can," he said, "I shall. The knife comes from here, does it?""From the Torre degli Angeli," said the girl