EPILOGUE
The veil had been lifted.
The picture and the story had been revealed in all their sharpness.
All the questions had been answered.
The sun was high when Riccardo and Fabrizio, getting out of the taxi, peered at the transparent doors of Naples airport.
High like it had been on the day when Tancredi arrived. High like it had been at the time when they first met. The time when a battle had begun which had given life to a strange alliance.
Tancredi picked up his luggage and together with Ferrari headed towards the baggage drop queue.
Fabrizio looked around. How many things had changed since he’d left.
And how much had changed since he’d come back.
Riccardo listened distractedly to the sounds of the crowd that was walking up and down and all over the vast Terminal. He
