The building was an old warehouse with two floors, rather battered. The road that was bordered on its edges and partially excavated several bins were overflowing with waste. A stray black cat we rummaged inside in search of something edible. The silence was absolute, and only for the presence of some parked cars, one could imagine that someone inside the building had to be there. On the main two entrances: one on largest a sign indicated "entrance visitors." Paolo and Francesca came in, went through a dark corridor and sprang in front of a ring on either side of a staircase that served as a forum.
A dozen men were intent on following a meeting of training and, realizing their entrance, their eyes rested on Frank or better on the legs, on the buttocks, the breasts of Francesca. Paul felt a moment of jealousy, he wanted to cover it with his jacket, remove it from their gaze. At that moment he would have punched if they continued.
Sitting in the back row, the highest point of the tier, isolated from other spectators, a skinny old man dressed in a sweatshirt and wears a wool cap on his head looked very closely the meeting without distraction and without deigning to look at Francesca. Paul made a sign to her assistant and together they climbed the stairs, sat down beside the man.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buonasera, interesting l'allenamento?>> asked, showing interest, Paul.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The tall and blond, has a powerful right, the other is fast but can not hit the opponent. Those two will not come a long way, unfortunately, young people engaged in boxing are few and short on new talent. Eh, there are more boxers than once>> the man said quietly without turning his eyes and concentrate on the meeting.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Lei is their allenatore?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, they are now several years since I work out more. My name is Michael Grasso, may have heard of me before. She and the girl do you look for? Why are you here?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;My name Martinelli, Paolo Martinelli, she is my assistant, Francesca Alighieri, we say that someone who writes about boxing. I knew that this gym has an interesting story, I would write a piece>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Then he found the right person, I know death and miracles of this school of boxing. What do you want to know, exactly?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Beh, for example, I could tell the old proprietario, Barbera Michele>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Michele knew him well, was a boxer who was training me, the best I've ever coached. Michele was the first to open and manage this gym. He was a fourth-rate boxer before he stopped, then took the money, I do not know exactly how, certainly illegally, but certainly many. A bit 'of passion had been opened and then the gym. He organized boxing matches, make-up course, and ran an illegal betting>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mi said they did a robbery…>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, it is now in jail. They were right to condemn him, was a scoundrel but as for the robbery, well, we just think that it was he, too stupid to carry out a robbery like that and too proud to do the work of the other two. I'm glad it stopped, otherwise the end would kill the boxer who was training me>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Tales, I'm interested in, Who was the boxer?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Morelli Roberto Morelli's name. As I said the best boxer I've ever coached. Big, a mountain of muscle, but so little heart technique, was powerful and he bore the pain. He would have gone up, way up. Barbera had a meeting a lot of money betting against Morelli, had ordered him to go to the fifth shot ko>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Immagino that Morelli won it instead quell'incontro, vero?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, I won, lost a lot of money Barbera and swore revenge. I could not help much to help him, I only do it out of the indoor stadium on the day of the match. I remember well, Barbera had several assassins called his friends were outside waiting for him, they would kill him as soon as he came out. Morelli was desperate, he thought he could not get away. I did so I quit. There was a big basket, a rack, emptied, he entered it, covered it with rags and cleaning company when he arrived with a truck brought it right into the van, no one noticed anything>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;has its foto?>> Michael Grasso whistled to a boy at that moment, on the edge of the ring, was a cleaner and shouted:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Johnny, opens the porta>> the boy as a spring rose and went to open it, hanging on the back of the tax there was a large photograph of Robert Morelli. Paul remained in the stone, the description of the photo of Miranda Motta and Roberto Morelli coalesced in his mind, certainly could be wrong, but a sixth sense told him that intuition was right. He continued to ask questions:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;time What does Roberto Morelli?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'from that day that I have not seen and is also the day that I stopped training, I could not bear that is not only the value of a boxer to determine the outcome of a match. I know for a fact that does not compete anymore, now it has become rich, runs a farm, married a single mother who had a daughter>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not know how or where this company is called trova?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Green Valley, I think is in the plain of Catania>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;time who manages palestra?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You see that man tall and thin as a pole? E ' He's the one who administers the gym hours. Claudio Cosentino is called. Incompetent without passion for boxing, he was a bodyguard of Barbera, it will not be released until the owner from prison. He is also a criminal, violent and psychopathic at times. Need to be afraid to have to do with him>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I too noisy I think, was very kind. Bye>>. Paolo and Francesca got up and left the club, the spectators returned to rest on the woman until she was out of sight.
Ten minutes after meeting the training ended, the former coach came down from the stands and went to talk with one of the boxers, Claudio Cosentino approached him and shouted shrilly:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Old, come here. What did those two? He had so interesting to discuss?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Erano giornalisti, are two questions about the robbery Michael Barbera, Commerciale, Morelli; maybe they want to write an article or something genere>>.
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