Chapter 49
Think of the future
(Third person)
‘How long do you think it’ll take?’, Fabrizio asked, taking his first sip of coffee.
They’d retreated to the coffee shop opposite the Law Courts.
Pisani and all the jury had retired to chambers to decide a verdict which, for Riccio, might mean spending the rest of his life in a prison cell. His lawyers’ eyes had lingered at length on the faces of every single jury member and especially on Pisani’s. They both knew they’d be going into chambers with more questions than answers. And they also knew that in such circumstances the minds of all of them would be driven by the presiding judge.
‘I don’t know, but anything over half an hour may not be in our favour’, answered Riccardo thoughtfully.
‘Did you see Riccio’s face? He looked as though he
