Chapter 33The next morning, I awoke and looked at the clock. It was 5:00 am, 2:00 in the afternoon in Florence, Italy. I got up, found my phone, and called the Café Dumo. Mauro answered the phone. “Pronto.”
“Ciao, Mauro, it’s Warren Steelgrave.”
“Ciao, Warren. Are you in Florence?”
“No, I’m in America, but I return to Italy this afternoon. I need to ask a favor. How well do you know the Moretti family?”
With some hesitation and concern in his voice, he answered, “Not too well Warren.”
“Do you think you can get word to Signor Moretti that I would like a meeting with him?”
There was a long pause. He was thinking it through very carefully. Then he answered, “I have a cousin who is better connected than me. I can ask him to try and set a meeting. Warren, I’ve seen the papers. His son’s d
