"Leave my daughter out of this, you bastards. She's still a child," but Carpetti kept on, "Yes, now I remember her well. It could only be her, what did you say her name was?" he asked.
The moment he uttered that sentence he wanted to kill himself, he’d made another mistake. Time stopped for a long moment, not a single leaf moved, only the clouds passed quickly over the clearing creating a play of ghostly shadows.
Through clenched teeth Walter called him an i***t and Carpetti realized he had ruined everything.
And now what do I say? he wondered.
That interminable moment of silence was broken by the light rustle of the bearded man’s leather glove as he rested his hand on the bald man’s arm to reassure him.
"What did I tell you?" he said smiling contemptuously at his partner, who began
