One year later, Valentina Roberto was using the complex machine to turn out her first crude but promising fake U.S. one hundred dollar bills. It took her another two years before she could manufacture them well enough so that they would pass through automatic verifying machines. Then the U.S. Treasury hatched the idea of programming the machines to recognize her fakes...
“Mamma!” Flavio said, breaking her reverie.
Valentina was still standing in the castle courtyard, gazing at the East Tower. She had been so lost in her memories that her cigar had gone out.
“What?” she said, turning to her son.
Flavio was walking towards her across the cobblestones. There was something in his hand.
“I found this in your bedroom,” he said, giving the cellphone to his mother. “Gandola Lanniter must have
