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Robbery - Robbery

The awakening of Paolo Martinelli was sweet, a ray of sunshine through the window he had woken up. Has not happened for many months, usually nightmares assailed him and he was forced to get up and go running to calm down. He looked at the clock, seven were passed. He got up quickly, got dressed and left the house. The shrine was about a hundred meters.
"Hello doctor, how are you?", Greeted him Alberto, the newsagent.
"Well, well. Today more than usual. I would like Republic, Il Corriere, La Stampa and Il Newspaper, "said Paul.
"Today, dealing with her, right? I looked, there's his picture on all the newspapers. I hope they are good reviews. "
"I guess not. Today should be bad news. " Paul took the bundle of newspapers, Alberto saluted and returned home.
As she walked, turning over the cultural pages, were all dedicated to him. Its stock took up almost half the page. In some newspapers that were taken at the Feltrinelli and autographed books, others sat next to a reporter as he answered his questions. The statement of the Feltrinelli was vitriolic. He was described as an opportunistic writer, not ideas and even unable to write an article for a tabloid.
What really hurt him, however, was the comment of a journalist who knew as always reviewed his books. The purpose of a writer, was the title. The piece started with a brief biography and then proceeded with the slating of all his works, was the opposite of what he had expressed in the past. The other articles were not soft on him and repeated the idea that Paolo Martinelli, this would be the end of his career.
"FI-NI-TO, I'm done with this page now I can say goodbye to writing," Paolo Martinelli spoke in excited voice with Tata, who had asked why she had that sad-faced and pale.
"I do not think she is still young and has time to recover. The good thing is that she has opened her eyes and has noticed that he was with a girl who loved her, this would become a tragedy in the future. Now he has to rest, get some good ideas and will be a publisher, eventually, will come forward. " While Tata tried to console Paul, Frank went into the kitchen, she had pulled a face and hand he held a copy of the Courier.
"Have you read? Did you see that you have made these vultures? ". Frank spoke with difficulty, and spoke to Paul in the air waving the newspaper.
"Yes, I read, talking about this. Now I'm done, no job, no future. What do you want to know that a life has dealt only to write books? I've been described as a traitor who does not respect the agreements, without friends, without values, without ideas. No publisher wants to publish my book. "
"No one who does not think so there!" Said Francesca, who continued:
"Remember the former editor of your letter that you had played? I have read and I recovered. John Blacks do not think badly of you. It has a good memory, he understood why you left, is ready to publish your novel at any time. Do not you remember? It was written here, in the bottom of the letter. " Frank pulled from his bag crumpled the envelope and handed it to Paul, who approached her, held out his hand and took her with tears in my eyes read it again.
Not all was lost, there was a hope. He had to call and see if that offer was still valid.
"Yes, I have to arrange a meeting with John. Perhaps things can be fixed. All you need is a good idea for a new novel. "
The idea came along with a pang in my heart. Paul felt physical pain and a cold shiver throughout the body. Certainly it was a sketch, there was a lot of work, but the idea was there in his head. It was a short article in the news pages of the Courier. Retired Chief Commissioner of the province of Catania, was the title. Paolo Martinelli approached the newspaper and read the article: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Among ten days will retire, having reached retirement age, the Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi. Ligurian origin, has done his service almost entirely in Sicily. In his long career there have been numerous cases resolved and arrests made by him. We recall in particular the capture of three criminals who, fifteen years ago, had completed a daring robbery at the headquarters of Banca Commerciale stealing more than fifteen billion pounds of cash and values>>.
"What do you have? Why stare at the newspaper? "Asked Francesca to Paul.
"An idea, maybe I have an idea. I do a search on the Internet, "said Paul, who went into his study, is linked to a search engine and typed: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Andrea Parodi>>. The information was rather poor. Nothing more than what he had read in the paper.
"I need to get more news, try to consult the historical archives of newspapers that is in the public library. Try to call and see if you keep copies of fifteen years ago. I try to make an appointment for the afternoon with John Blacks ".
In a few minutes in the house the atmosphere was completely changed, from sadness and despair to hope had passed. Inactivity to the feverish industry. After about fifteen minutes
Francesca entered the studio of Paul who had just finished a call, said
"We are lucky, they still have copies. We have to hurry though, are only open in the morning. "
"I have set up a meeting with the editor in the afternoon. We can go to the library and then after dinner we go John. You have to come with me, you must accompany me. "
"Today my sister came to town with her husband and newborn son. I am with my parents parents must share in the evening, unfortunately, I do not mind say hello. "
"OK if you back home after we were in the library? By John I can go there by myself. " Francesca was happy, finally could be really useful, he had also noticed that Paul is now speaking to you of giving you, the first thing I had never done.
historical archives of newspapers was a dark and poorly ventilated basement. It was certainly very popular, in fact, the attendant took a long time to find the key to the room.
"Here in this shelf contains the thousand nine hundred copies of the newspapers, you can read them at leisure. There is a photocopier if you need it. For all the rest are at your disposal. I leave you alone, I have to go back upstairs, "said the librarian turned to Paolo and Francesca.
Paul began to browse the Courier, Francesca La Repubblica, then went to La Stampa, but found nothing, in national newspapers that news was never published. Search the other shelves, but apart from La Gazzetta dello Sport, we drop, there was no other material. They had now lost hope of finding something useful when the eye of Francesco fell upon a dusty box on a side with a red marker someone had written: «The voice of Sicily>>. Paul opened it, I pull out the papers and Frank began to browse.
the first page of the Voice of October 15 staked a title in eight columns: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Clamorosa robbery at the Commercial Bank of Catania>>. Read the facts as they were gone, smiled when the journalist reported how fake they thanked the Carabinieri policemen present.
In the following days, the news came down of interest for which they found only a few short article in the center pages. The statement was released on October 18 in which the then appointed Commissioner Andrea Parodi heads a team of investigators called in shed light on the events. At the bottom Article Parodi, interviewed, stated that investigations were aimed at three hundred sixty degrees and that the team would work around the clock. For several days, the newspaper ceased to deal with the robbery.
the twenty-fifth title in October, a front-page attention aroused: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Trovati dead three men linked to bank robbery Commerciale>>. Three people were brutally killed by three gunshots to the head, had been bound and tortured. They had some minor criminal record but were not part of any criminal clan. Some police recognized them as members of the gang that had robbed the bank. Andrea Parodi, re-interviewed, stated that this event would give a precise address in the investigation but that at that time was too early to anticipate the press something.
In the two days following the silence was total. Surprisingly, the twenty-eighth Voice opened in October in the headlines with the announcement of the arrest of the three surviving robbers. Their names were: Salvatore Quattrocchi, Simone Passera and Michele Barbera. A photo of the three criminals with the handcuffs nearly fill the page. Inside it said that the stolen goods amounted to fifteen billion lire had been almost totally recovered from five billion in diamonds and other valuables still in hiding. The last article that Paolo and Francesca found was that inherent in the promotion of Andrea Parodi a Chief Commissioner.
"This is a good story, gave me several ideas to develop. I would also like to hear what he has to say, the chief investigator Andrea Parodi, maybe I can get me. I also see the places where the robbery took place and try to talk to some witnesses. Fifteen years is not eternity, no? We should be able to track someone. In the coming days I think we should make a trip to Catania. Would you like the idea? "Paul spoke to Frank while cars were going home with the parents of Frances.
"Yes, I accepted the job because I wanted to understand how a novel and contribute the research, I like very much. "
"In the afternoon, after I was by John, I'll try to jot down some ideas. Here we arrived I let you. Give me a good luck for today, otherwise this will all be wasted effort. "
"Good luck. Look, why not climb up too? I'd like you to meet my family. Surely something good will on the table for you, then you can go to the appointment in the afternoon. "
"Willingly, if not too much trouble."
Alighieri family was in a cheerful excitement. His sister Francesca nursing the child, the husband told his family stories to his parents. Marina, Francesca's mother, as she listened, set the table while he kept an eye on the food that was cooking. He rang the bell.
"Here it should be Frank," said Marina, who put the wooden spoon he was using to turn the sauce and ran to open.
"What a surprise, you're together?" Asked the mother.
"Yes, I wanted to let you know Paolo Martinelli, the famous writer and my employer," said the daughter cheerfully.
"Hello, nice to meet you. Do not get me out of trouble, this is a family reunion ... "said Paul.
"But what hindrance. You see we are usually alone, my husband and I, find the whole family and so many people at the table makes us very happy. Brings so much joy. "
how good it was that family, he thought Paolo Martinelli, this meeting took place while the family. From what he did not feel those emotions? That he was an orphan for a long time and had always lived alone with Tata. His only family. He paused to reflect on the fact that not everything was going wrong in his life. He had lost his false friends, and perhaps he had found a real one. He had met a good collaborator and recovered the desire to write. Not all evil comes to harm, he thought.

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Chapter 11 - Chapter 10

"This was a terrible time for me, between work and preparations for the marriage, are destroyed. Next week I'm getting married and we have not yet decided where to go on honeymoon. Last night I was up late to watch, along with Joan, catalogs. She'd like to go on a cruise, to me in Australia, my distant relatives live there that we could accommodate. It would be a big saving. What do you think? ".

Salvatore Lombardo had a terrible headache, wanted to cry out to his partner to shut up. The previous evening he had been making merry with his friends. He had drunk a bit 'too much and did not remember almost nothing of what had happened. He knew that he knew Blonde very young and very helpful, had invited her to his house, offered her a drink and then ... the complete darkness. He woke up alone with the bed unmade. He wondered if that was the case to see her but did not know the phone number, barely had learned his name.

"Australia is beautiful, but also the Cruise ..." said Peter Castiglione. The two men were lifelong friends and worked together for more than five years, as Cash, in the same private company: Securitas. At that time were carrying a lot of money from the headquarters of the Commercial Bank at a small bank in the suburbs. They were unaware of the real value transported, their leader had told him only the day before to show up at five in the morning in Bologna Via ten to carry a cargo values. The destination would have known how the last moment.

Peter Castiglione was driving, Salvatore Lombardo at his side, his head leaning against the window. The two friends were the opposite of the other one. The perfect family man, the first one. All home and work. Boyfriend for many years, could not wait to go and live with Giovanna. Always faithful to the only woman he loved. He had a pleasant personality, always friendly with everyone, talkative at times. The second was a bachelor, always in search of a new conquest, a changed girlfriend once a month. The work was often taciturn, never gave too much confidence even though it was never rude.

, a few minutes and deliver the load. We have the morning free. I have to go for various committees. Remove the favors, go in town for the change of residence. I hope I can do everything. "

"Look, there on the right is the sign of the Commercial Bank, we have come," said Lombardo. Castiglione approached the building, a uniformed man motioned him to stop. Peter rolled down the window and the policeman said

"The entry of values \u200b\u200bis on the back, turn right and find parking reserved.

Unloading of safes, bank staff to work, lasted three-quarters of an hour. Had a receipt of delivery to the two valuables they left happy to have finished the job and to enjoy a day off. They were half past eight, the sun was high and a slight breeze made fresh the day.

The branch of the Commercial Bank was in an isolated building with two floors, large long-Marconi. The building was recently renovated in modern style and did not fit into the urban context. All the surrounding buildings were raised, in fact, at the end of the nineteenth century. The main front opened onto a large square, all paved sandstone. In the middle there was a fountain and several benches where the old men sat to read the newspaper. To access the bank's need to climb several steps. Beside the glass door a policeman watched.

The man on guard was quite elderly, plump and stocky. Close to retirement. Precisely for this reason he was given the task that was thought to be the most comfortable and less demanding. At that moment several people came and went from the bank, some to make a withdrawal of money, some to pay a bill or make a payment.

Isabella Condorelli with a white suit, a red wig and a large hat that prevented the recognition came at the bank. The policeman on guard, stationed near the door, he noticed right away. The long slender legs and rounded neckline and wide were effective reminders for any man. The girl tried to climb a few steps when he stumbled to the ground and ruined. The policeman promptly went to lift it:

"There was hurt, Miss?", Did not finish the sentence, someone from behind hit him causing him to lose consciousness.

Roberto Morelli, who had stunned the police officer, donned a ski mask, tied the policeman pulled out a gun and went to the bank making a shield with the man tied up. Isabella Condorelli which had covered his face with a Roberto followed tights.

"Stop all this is a robbery," Morelli yelled. The room burst into a panic. The cashiers were the most surprised, had never been robbed. In that bank deposits had always been limited, no one would have thought of doing a shot there. All stood and raised their hands. The audience was scared, embraced the child a mother trying to protect him. Someone expecting a warning shot, stopped their ears, others took refuge under a desk or behind furniture.

"Stay calm and no one will get hurt. Unfortunately, the operation will last for some time, relax, we have no intentions to hurt anyone. " Roberto Morelli held at gunpoint while all present and spoke in a firm voice, trying to avoid that someone would loose gestures, Isabella Condorelli closed the door of the bank. The bolted, and then tried to obscure all the windows down the shutters.

"Now soon, triggers the alarm." The cashier, when he heard that phrase, was amazed, never, never would have expected that request. Now that those robbers thought they were fools, or perhaps only fools who wanted to be filmed by television.

Marco Valenti Angelo Belfiore and looked at his watch. It was time to take action. A board a machine with the insignia of the police, sirens wailing, came to the bank. They got out and tried to remove the present. They wore uniforms of the perfect weapon. Passers obeyed promptly. They had sensed that there was a robbery in progress and that the police were intervening. Immediately after a cell led by Franco Ventura walked. Panebianco, Amato and Benedict came out all in uniform, surround the area, then you went to place on top of the roofs of neighboring houses with fake machine guns, snipers seemed perfect.

Belfast with a megaphone, he began to shout:

"You are surrounded, now you can no longer escape, surrender." At that when two police patrol, alerted by the control panel that there was a robbery in progress, also with sirens blaring, they reached the place. They sat stone seeing the Police at work.

"Holy shit, they have come before us. The Commissioner will make us a bunch like this. " The Assistant Chief of Police Silvano Rosati was very angry. Between Police and the Police there was no bad blood.

"What the fuck you do, this is our area we will". Silvano ran into Angelo Rosati Belfiore, who, while giving orders to his men, he replied:

"We arrived before us, this has become a task of our expertise and then inside there are only two fools, there's nothing to rob, we close quickly. "

"How the hell did you come to us first? The alarm is connected to our headquarters. "

"This was our man, saw it all, he understood and warned us before the alarm. So let us work. Get away, or if you want, but stay the operations we conduct ourselves. "

"But you are new? It 's the first time I see you. "

"We Aci Castello, we do not operate in this area, we are here by chance."

The police gave to the defeated, that hurry even if the Police thought the police lieutenant. Silvano Rosati ordered his men to return to the car and stood to control the development of the operation ready to step in and take credit transaction.

"We want a car and the open road. We have a dozen people hostage, "Roberto Morelli had opened the door of the bank holding the gun to the head of a woman shouted to the Police.

"I do not think you can let go. Surrender. You will not have either the car or anything else, "Angelo said Belfiore.

"If we do not find here in front of a car within twenty minutes, kill the first hostage, even bring your cell phone here, we'll go away with that, "replied the robber. Belfiore

Angelo went to seek advice from police lieutenant:

"We can not allow someone to get hurt. Now I go to see what the situation inside. I offer myself as a hostage. What do you think? ".

"Yes, they have found inside the nearly empty safe, are angry, it is better to deal with."

"OK, we do so."

Silvano Rosati was glad that the policeman had asked for an opinion, and then things were not so simple. Better to let the grits to the other, he thought.

"Come Valenti, take command of you, I try to get inside." Belfiore, now entered fully into the character, took his gun and handed it to his companion.

"Okay, but be careful. In any case, if things go wrong usually do the signal, I let the snipers in action. " Valenti also began to have fun, I almost burst out laughing.

Belfiore took the speaker and approached the door, said

"I'm unarmed, let me go, I want to see how the hostage situation and if everything is fine. We leave the cell. " Valenti said

"Okay, but if you make some joke, I swear, I make a massacre."

Angelo Belfiore, with his hands up, went into the bank. Outside everyone was anxious. For fifteen minutes there was silence. The cops looked carefully at how things took place, then finally the door opened, five people came running, and then silence and finally stuck his head out of Belfast and cried

"It 's all right, here the cell door. Let them go. Take me hostage and release all others. "

Valenti went up the van and took him near the entrance. Belfiore completely opened the doors of the bank. Valenti stopped the phone to the robbers could enter through the back door without being seen, then got out and walked away.

Valenti went to the police and said

"Now they come out, release the other hostages, then I follow them myself. You stop all the people and bring them to the police station for questioning. "

While all the hostages were leaving and the police stopped them for identification, Belfiore, Morelli and Condorelli, alone in the bank, calmly loaded the contents of the safe on the phone. They went up and, with Belfiore driving, went off. When they passed the police, Morelli pointed the gun at his temple of Belfast. Valenti called the snipers on roofs. All came on the only car left, and while we were putting in pursuit of the phone, Valenti told the police:

"Now we take care to hunt down the robbers. Thanks for your cooperation. "