Chapter 58
Passing the Border into France“There are no truffles here. That's plain to see,” Tomaso told them.
“But how do you know?” asked Paolo. “What about searching their trucks?”
Tomaso looked at his young apprentice with fading pride, but Lucia stepped in to rescue Paolo.
“Dolce is trained to find truffles. If there was a cache of tartufi at that campsite, he would have been over there in a second.”
Paolo recognized his mistake, and nodded his head in acquiescence.
“Let's go,” said Tomaso.
“Where?” asked Rita.
“We're going to follow the trail. Up A32 and then we'll let Dolce do the rest.”
As they boarded their vehicles, Paolo wondered whether this dog could actually sniff out a truckload of truffles from a distance, but he decided to keep quiet rather than risk showing off hi
