chapter 52: trouble

The more Carlo Valli thought about it, the more certain he was that he was about to make a big score. Pier’s fairy tale about the American running

away from his wife was a joke. Mr Jones was on the run, all right, but he was running from the police. There was probably a reward out for the man.

Maybe a big reward. This had to be handled very delicately. Carlo decided to discuss it with Mario Lucca, the leader of the Diavoli Rossi.

Early in the morning, Carlo got on his Vespa motor scooter and headed for Via Sorcella, behind the Piazza Garibaldi. He stopped in front of a rundown apartment building, and pressed the bell on a broken mailbox marked “Lucca”.

A minute later a voice yelled out, “Who the fuck is it?”

“Carlo. I have to talk to you, Mario.”

“It better be good at this hour of the morning. Come on up.”

The door buzzer sounded, and Carlo went upstairs.

Mario Lucca was standing at an open door, naked. At the end of the room Carlo could see a girl in his bed.

“Che cosa? What the hell
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