Alex was shocked and thought back to that morning when Federica had confided to him that she had realized there was a link between the fire and the robbery.
She had guessed it.
They were all means of transport, of exchange.
He closed his eyes, feeling his forehead pulling at the spot where the bruise was swelling.
He should have listened to her.
It shouldn"t have gone like this.
"It will take place tonight. At the Teatro Vecchio."
The side door opened again with a squeak: a boy entered and looked at Federica , undressing her with his eyes.
"Mr. Gallina Vecchia, the Merchant wants to see you when you"re ready," he told him, made a small bow and threw another glance at Federica.
The merchant?
Sparvieri pulled up his pants with a gesture, revealing his socks.
"Goodl Marmot
