Chapter 7The next morning, I called Signor Moretti.
“Pronto.”
“Gino, it’s Warren Steelgrave; is Signor Moretti available?”
“One minute, please.”
After a few moments, I heard Signor Moretti’s voice.
“Mr. Steelgrave, how may I help you?”
“I have located some information on a rare book you said you were interested in. If you have time, I will be in Milano this morning. I thought we could meet, and I could give you the information.”
Signor, Moretti, responded, “Perhaps lunch?”
“Do you know the Ristorante Galleria, next to Prada in the Galleria?”
“What time?”
“12:30?”
“Good.” Then he hung up.
I sat for a moment finishing my coffee, then got up to get ready to leave. I could tell Signor Moretti was irritated that I wouldn’t drive all the way to Cremona, but I wanted to make a point;
