“Excuse me for a moment,” I said to my wife and the doctor, then walked out into the hallway.
Massimo was there with Lars. He looked equally disturbed.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Niccolo called,” Lars said. “Adriano told him there’s a mass shooting in thePiazza della Repubblica.He thinks it’s theCamorra.”
“…what?!” I asked, stunned.
Everything we knew about Cesare Caproni suggested he was a psychopath –
But this was madness.
Lars continued. “Adriano’s going over there with his men. He said Florence is ourcity, and we have to make a show of force.”
“He’s right,” I said.
Florencewasourcity.
The fact that Cesare Caproni thought he could come here and pull this shit–
We would have to teach him he was sorely mistaken.
“Nic wants me to help Adriano,” Massimo said.
I hesitated –
But only for a second.
“Go,” I said.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Lars said. “TheCamorraare up to something, and I don’t like losing Massimo.”
“If we don’t stop this attack,” I said, “every politician and policeman in Florence is going to be screaming for our heads. You understand?”
Lars nodded reluctantly.
“Go,” I told my brother. “And be careful.”
Massimo nodded, then ran for the stairwell.
“It makes no sense,” Lars said in a bewildered voice. “Why would Caproni do something like this?”
“Because he’s a fucking madman,” I said before I went back into the room with my wife.
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 thePonte Vecchio.
Ciro looked back at me from the driver’s seat. “Should we send somebody to follow it?”
