Chapter Nine
It took ten days to settle on a suitable time for us to get together. Tartaro finally agreed to meet me at a pricey Milan restaurant the first Saturday of November around noon. Lancellotti picked me up at the university for the drive north. The early morning air was crisp and his wheezy VW’s heater unreliable. My teeth chattered on and off as he instructed me as to how much I could reveal about Rudi’s fate. “My capo, Romano, feels we owe Tartaro the truth. Are you comfortable with that?”
capo“Yes, I think I can handle it,” I said, trying to psych myself up.
“Good. As for the other details about the club, leave that to me,” he said.
“But we don’t even know if he’ll talk to you afterwards.”
“Giusto, quite right,” Lancellotti nodded. “If you would encourage him, suggest that
