EPILOGUE
7 August 2010
Following a sudden thunderstorm, the temperature had dropped to acceptable levels during the first week of August. On Saturday night I was enjoying a cocktail at the outdoor tables of Crème Caramel while Stefano, without his usual orchestra, but just thanks to his sax and the backing tracks transmitted the sound system from a laptop, was livening up the evening for the patrons of the restaurant. At a certain point I saw Veronica arrive, in a figure-hugging evening dress and the usual cigarette. She was in the company of Leonardo Albini, and it seemed that the relationship between them was more than perfect. My colleague, a little taller than him, had an arm on his shoulder, and he had his around her hips.
I called Veronica's attention, greeted her and invited her
