The rain is lightly pattering on the windowpanes. Its drops are little slivers of water, almost invisible. They’re no larger than midges’ eggs, which barely get wet.
Fabio, also known as Raboso, is walking briskly with a large bag in his hand. This worries many people around. He’s unaware they’re looking at him.
A man sitting at a table on a bar terrace, having sipped at a coffee, communicates the imminent approach of the suspect to a girl wearing jeans a few hundreds yards from him. The young woman is pushing a pram, taking shelter from the rain under a cherry-coloured umbrella. It seems she’s a young mother taking her child for a walk. Within the pram and beneath it covers, however, there’s only a plastic doll.
Twenty minutes later, Fabio is being watched insistently by a middl
