"Dibdin, Michael - Aurelio Zen 02 - Vendetta UC - part 10" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dibdin Michael)

esggation previously regarded as closed. A senior
of the Ministry's elite Criminalpol squad, Vice-
Questore Aurelio Zen, is being sent to Sardinia to assess
ang coordinate developments at the scene. Further
announcements are expected shortly.'
Zen put the paper down. Of course. He should have
guessed that Palazzo Sisti would take care to publicize his
imminent trip to the area in order to ensure that the
'dramatic new evidence' he fabricated got proper attention
from the judiciary.
'Shame I missed you in Rome,' Spadola told him.
'Giuliano spent over a week setting the whole thing up,
watching your apartment, picking the locks, leaving those
little messages to soften you up. By that Friday we were all
set to go. I didn't know you'd sussed the car, though.
Giuliano was always a bit careless about things like that.
Same with that tape he took instead of your wallet. It comes
of being an eldest son, I reckon, mamma's favourite. You
think you can get away with anything.'
He paused to draw on his cigar.
'When the cops rolled up I had to beat it out the back way.
I was lucky to get away, carrying the gun and all. I had to
dump it in a rubbish skip and come back for it later. All that
effort gone to waste, and what was worse, they'd got
Giuliano. I knew he wouldn't have the balls to hold out
once they got to work on him. I reckoned I'd have to lie low
for months, waiting for you to get fed up being shepherded
about by a minder or holed up in some safe-house. I
certainly didn't expect to be sitting chatting to you in a cafe
two days later!'
He broke out in gleeful laughter.
'Even when I read the report in the paper, I never
expected it to be this easy! I thought you would be staying in
some barracks somewhere, guarded day and night, escor-
ted around in bulletproof limousines. Still, I had to come.
You never know your luck, I thought. But never in my
wildest dreams did I imagine anything like this!'
The door of the bar swung open to admit Tommaso and
another elderly man. They greeted the proprietor loudly
and shot nervous glances at Zen and Spadola.
Zen ground out his cigarette.
'All right, so you've found me. What now?'
Spadola released a breath of cigar smoke into the air
above Zen's head.
'What now? Why, I'm going to kill you, of course!'
He took a gulp of beer.
'That's why I didn't want to shake hands. One of the
people I met in prison used to be a soldier for the Parioio
family in Naples. You worked there once, didn't you?
Gianni Ferrazzi. Does the name ring a bell? It might have