Mrs. Zell, treating her as though she were a scam artist, could no longer stand it and roared, "I've said it, he's real, he's real, he's real... Why won't you believe me? You've seen Ghiovani Herd's photo, the two people look exactly the same, there's not a single difference. How could there be someone who could imagine to such an extent? Even twins can't manage that, can't you police use your brains when you're working a case?"
The police officer taking notes didn't get angry and said, "The world is so big, what isn't strange about it? Ghiovani Herd's death certificate and all the documents are very complete and certified. You can deny it today, but once we've clarified everything, no matter what you say then, it will be useless."
Mrs. Zell was so furious she spat blood.
After the police left, she lay there alone, feeling nothing but a stifled pain in her chest.
Homing Zell wasn't there, Deano Zell wasn't there either, and her daughter's current condition was still unknown.
