Chapter Twenty-two
Angelo Cattani imagined that he was on a glacier with a very gradual slope. He was struggling against the incline, his feet sinking into the powdery snow up to his knees – but each time he took his bearings, he realised that despite his furious efforts, he was always getting closer to the edge of the nearby precipice. He was not sure how tall the cliff face was, but his mind raced with terrifying images of a smashed and bloodied body at the bottom of the fall. The body was his. Then the bodies of his wife and children fell beside him, and he woke up with a violent start, usually at the same time each morning, just after 4 am.
He forced the nightmares from his mind during the day, but as night approached, he constantly thought of the terror-laden dreams that lay ahead.
