Refuge - that same night, 3.00 amSantini had not gone to sleep. He had left the Refuge and had been sitting on a rock for hours enjoying the view. A light, cool, damp breeze was blowing. T=The sky was dotted with stars, and, for this reason, he could even glimpse the lights of the Venice lagoon in the distance. Concentrated in his thoughts, he reworked everything that had happened in the last few days. Instinct had suggested that the cylinder, containing the map, should travel safely with Baresi and Donoletti. He knew who his enemy was and he also knew that he would follow him because he could count on many followers. The bodies recovered from the two downed helicopters were of ordinary people, respectable people who would never have presumed belonging to a criminal organization.
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