The man shook his head again. “It was the day of, in the morning around ten. I was picking up a special order of prosciutto.”
“So, your fight, when did that take place?”
“Just before five,” the man said. “We were about to open for dinner and he was here, putting the moves on my cousin. She works evenings now that the tourist season started. I told him to leave her alone, he wouldn’t. I insisted, he took a swing, I returned it, and the next thing I clearly remember is the sharp pain of getting my nose broken. We had to stay shut for the night, because there was no one else to make the pizzas.”
“Five, not four?” Mark asked. “You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure,” the man asserted and Mark believed him. “After lunchtime was finished, I went upstairs to take a nap like I always do. And I came ba
