Chapter 107

Cesare

Outside the Hospital

While we were waiting, a blue Bugatti – one of the Rosolinis’ cars – roared down the street away from the hospital.

It was heading in a direction away from us, towards the historic part of Florence –

Where Cicciobello was shooting up the Ponte Vecchio.

Ciro looked back at me from the driver’s seat. “Should we send somebody to follow it?”

I could smell the desperation in the air…

But it was coming from the hospital.

“No,” I said.

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