In Altamura"s Piazza Veneto that evening, the talk in all the cafés turned to Martin"s murder, and his connection to Colonel Bernhard, then to the Germans back in the war. Carlo listened to the talk, and the whispered sidebars, and partly understood what the people of Altamura were feeling.
“He was another invader,” said one man. “The Germans r***d our village 70 years ago and, apparently, they weren"t satisfied. So they sent this man.” He waved his arm in a menacing gesture toward the window of the now-empty room where Martin had stayed.
Carlo, Gia, and Arabella met that night, departing from their customary passeggiata but not dropping from the conversation that captured everyone"s attention that night.
“He probably deserved it,” said Giovanna, but as soon as she said it, she regrette
