Free Involuntary Witness by Gianrico Carofiglio Page A

practically certain of being found guilty, whereas before the Court of Assizes something can always happen. All the witnesses have to be questioned by the public prosecutor and then we can cross-examine them. That means that I, as your counsel, can cross-examine them. One of them might not confirm his evidence, one of them might contradict himself, some new factor might arise. But it is a very grave risk.”
    “What are my chances?”
    “Hard to give a figure. A 5 or 10 per cent chance at the best.”
    “Why do you want to choose the shortened way?”
    “What do you mean, why? Because it’s the thing that suits the case best. With this judge you get off with the lightest possible sentence, and in—”
    “I didn’t do what they say I did.”
    I took another deep breath, got out a cigarette. I
didn’t know what to say, so naturally I said the wrong thing.
    “Listen, Abdou. I don’t know what you’ve done. But for a lawyer it can be better not to know what his client has done. This helps him to be more lucid, to make better decisions without allowing himself to be influenced by emotion. Do you see what I’m getting at?”
    Abdou gave an imperceptible nod. His eyes seemed to have sunk into their black orbits. Averting my gaze, I continued.
    “If we don’t opt for the shortened procedure, if we go before the Assize Court, it’s as if we were playing cards with your life, with very few chances of winning. And then, to play it that way takes money, lots of money. A trial before the Assize Court takes a long time and costs a great deal.”
    I realized I had said something stupid even as the words were coming out of my mouth. And at the same time I realized why I was uneasy in my mind.
    “You mean that because I can’t pay enough money it’s better to opt for the shortened procedure. Is that it?”
    “I didn’t say that.” My tone of voice went up a notch.
    “How much money does it take to have a trial before the Court of Assizes?”
    “The money is not the problem. The problem is that if we go before the Assize Court you’ll get a life sentence and your life is finished.”
    “My life is finished anyway if they convict me for killing a child. How much money?”
    I suddenly felt dead tired. An enormous, irresistible weariness came over me. I let my shoulders slump and realized then how tense they had been until that moment.
    “Not less than forty or fifty million. If we wanted to
make investigations for the defence – and in this case we would probably need them – a good deal more.”
    Abdou seemed stunned. He swallowed, with some difficulty, and gave the impression of wanting to say something but failing. Then he began to follow a train of thought from which I was excluded. He looked up, shook his head, then moved his lips in the recitation of some soundless, mysterious litany.
    In the end he covered his face with his hands, rubbed them up and down two or three times, then lowered them and looked me in the face again. He said nothing.
    I had an unbearable buzzing in my ears and spoke chiefly to drown it.
    We didn’t have to decide that very morning. There was still a month left before the preliminary hearing, when we might or might not opt for the shortened procedure. And then we had to talk to Abajaje. The question of money was the least of our problems. I would give the documents another reading, look for other rays of hope. Right now I had to be off, but we’d meet again soon. If he needed anything he could let me know, even by telegram.
    Abdou said not a word. When I touched his shoulder in greeting I felt a body totally inert.
    I escaped, pursued by his phantoms. And my own.

13
    When I left home the next morning I realized there was a removal in progress. New tenants were moving in to our building. I registered the fact in my mind and uttered a quick prayer that we were not getting a family with Pomeranian dogs and rowdy children. Then my thoughts turned to other matters.
    That day was to see the