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Va, Pensiero; Nabucco (Verdi)
Elan (thoughts)
September 19, early evening
We searched the Sultan from the bridge to the hold and from the bow to the stern. Nothing came out of it. At noon I was convinced the artworks were not on board anymore. Either they are at the bottom of the ocean, with tons of other treasures or they found their way to the Saint-Amour. If this last perspective is correct, I suspect Javier had played me along with a gang of professional crooks, which they most likely are. And I sent them where they wanted to be, with the treasure, plenty of gourmet food, a full tank of gas and perfect hostages : I mean white collar law offenders who’d prefer to avoid the police and the judge but wouldn’t be bad enough to take justice into their own hands.
In any case, this tri
