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CONNOR
The town of Subiaco is seventy kilometers east of Rome, situated high on a hill overlooking the Aniene Valley. It is home to the San Benedetto Monastery—whose abbey is built, literally, into the cliffs.
The sun was setting over that monastery when I found what I was looking for.
I’d been out all day, scouting potential locations for the accident. It had to be an isolated spot, a place where there was little likelihood of being interrupted by passing motorists. The terrain had to be rugged, and there would have to be a ravine, something deep enough to guarantee total destruction of the vehicle when I ran it off the road. This had to be an accident no one could possibly survive. If I calculated carefully, the gas tank would explode on impact.
I made a mental note: Buy petrol.
