Chapter 9
The bluff
(Tancredi and Ferrari)
Ferrari phoned late Tuesday afternoon. The appointment was that evening.
There was no conversation at all between the two lawyers as Ferrari’s Audi carried them onto the ring road that leads towards the north side of the city. Tancredi reclined comfortably in the passenger seat, while Ferrari raced the car to the limits of the highway code.
The icy silence was broken by Tancredi as he grabbed the little handle above the door.
‘Hell, I haven’t made a will’.
‘I’m sorry?’, said Ferrari as he finished overtaking for the umpteenth time.
‘I’d almost forgotten how everyone drives around here’, he said leaning back in the seat again.
‘What’s life in London like?’, asked Riccardo changing the subject.
‘It isn’t so risky!’ retorted Tancredi his ey
