“I’m familiar,” Rhyme said.

“And a blood test after the attack revealed that Frieda S. had the same drug in her bloodstream.”

“The same drug? Molecularly identical? Or similar?”

“Yes, an important question, Signor Rhyme. But we don’t know yet. The samples from his bedroom and in the victim’s blood went to the main crime scene facility in Rome for full analysis.”

“When will the results be back?”

“It might be weeks. Maybe longer.”

Rhyme asked, “In Garry’s bedroom? You said the police found trace. Was it pills?”

“No. The apartment was searched carefully. Just residue.” The lawyer added, “And on the jacket from the party were traces of the victim’s hair and DNA.”

“They were making out,” Charlotte McKenzie said. “Of course those were there. The date-rape drug, though, well, that’s problematic.”

Cinelli continued, “Then there was DNA found vaginally. Not Garry’s DNA, though. Frieda had been with other men recently, she admitted. That might be the source. Her other partners will be tested too.”

“DNA tests of the others at the party?”

“In progress.” A pause, then she added, “I will say I have talked to a number of people—friends and fellow students of his. They report that Garry fancies himself quite the lover. He has apparently been with dozens of women—and he has been in Italy only a few months. He has no history of being, you might say, coercive. Or using date-rape drugs. But he has rather a large appetite sexually. And has bragged about his conquests. And there have been incidents where he was, let us say kindly, irritated when a woman rejected him.”

“Irrelevant,” Sachs said.

“No, I’m afraid it is not. Our trials, in Italy, are not as limited as in the U.S. Questions about character and prior behavior—whether or not criminal—are admissible and can, sometimes, be the pivotal factor in deciding innocence or guilt.”

“Did they know each other before this?” Sachs asked. “Frieda and Garry.”

“No. And she knew few others at the party. Only the host and hostess, Dev and Natalia.”

“Would anyone have a motive to implicate him?”

“He said there was a woman who grew furious when he reneged on an offer to take her to America. A Valentina Morelli. She is from near Florence. She has not returned my calls. The police seem uninterested in her as a suspect.”

“Where is the investigation now?” Rhyme asked.

“Just beginning. And it will take a long time. Trials in Italy can last for years.”

It was the community liaison officer, Daryl Mulbry, who said, “The press are all over this. I’m getting requests for interviews every hour. And newspapers have already convicted him.” A glance toward McKenzie. He said, “We want to push back with positive publicity, if you can find anything that even hints someone else was the attacker.”

Rhyme had wondered what a PR officer was doing here. He supposed the court of public opinion was as universal as DNA and fingerprints. The first person to be hired by a rich criminal in the United States, after his lawyer, was a good spin doctor.