Chapter 13
A long night
(Third person)
The waitress approached the table in the corner of the coffee shop with a plastic tray and two cups of boiling hot coffee.
Tancredi and Ferrari waited in icy silence until the two steaming cups were on the table and the young blond haired woman had moved away. Numerous flashbacks of the evening kept surfacing in their heads dotted with plasters.
The clock on the wall at the end of the coffee shop showed it was a few minutes to midnight. After climbing out of the wreckage of Ferrari’s car and being loaded onto an ambulance from the nearest hospital, they still hadn’t had a chance to look one another in the eyes and speak openly of the events that had changed their lives that evening.
‘I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus’, said Ferrari putting a h
