How Long Does It Take To Put Veneers In

The robbery - Chapter 19

Paolo and Francesca after being chased by Roberto Morelli, and returned to Catania, while waiting to go to dinner in the restaurant's Greek and Angelo Paola Belfiore, you devoted to visiting the city. The sun was near the horizon, a warm wind bent the tops of trees and piles of clouds in the sky from the sea were moving quickly towards the hinterland.

The visit lasted about an hour to the Dome, Paul had brought his camera and took photos both inside and outside of the Church. I'll need to describe these places, he said to Frank, but when he began to photograph her in all poses along the promenade, she realized that was not true, or rather this was not the only reason: Paul wanted memories. The first their memories.

The restaurant "Paris by night" was located near the coast with beautiful views of the beach Ognina. The building consisted of a two-story modern building, isolated and surrounded by a garden with a large parking lot. When Paul walked through the gate, he realized that the room was already crowded, almost all the seats were occupied on the veranda.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Avete prenotato?>> asked a boy with short curly hair that was immediately approached the couple.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Martinelli, for due>> Paul said.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Siete fortunati, were usually necessary to book several days d'anticipo but today a couple has given up prenotazione>> told the boy as he pointed to the table reserved for them. He was in a tight angle, isolated from other customers by climbing plants, with a splendid view of the beach. The table, square four-seater, had been set for two, glowed in the center of the small red candles floating in glasses of colored glass. As soon as Paolo and Francesca were seated, the young man continued:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Today was a good day, fishing was rich and abundant, you're spoiled for choice. It will not be so tomorrow night should arrive in a storm and the sea is stormy, difficult to take the boats out to sea>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not too disturbing the signori>> said a woman in her forties, her face peaceful and clean with a few wrinkles too, who had approached the table and had delivered two copies of the menu.

\u0026lt;No disorder lady, let him do it, we like talking, and then many things are learned by listening>> Paul said as he took the list, I gave a copy to Frank and his eyes began to roll with different dishes.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'my son, his name is Philip. I am Clare, the wife of one of the owners. If you were to listen, will not leave you in peace, is a talker and likes to talk. Are interested in many topics, you can talk for hours about anything>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bene sentiamo: what we recommend Philip antipasto?>>

The fish was really fresh and the cook really bravo. Paolo and Francesca did not remember ever having eaten so well.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco because it is so crowded this locale, never tried fish dishes cooked meglio>>, "said Paul.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Interaction d'accordo, but it would take to finish a cake all'altezza>> said Francesca. Philip, as if he had heard, came over and had a book in hand, Paul recognized him and smiled.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Lei Paolo Martinelli is the famous scrittore, vero?> is not, "said the boy.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Caught in the very>> answered Paul, who then went on

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vedo you copy "virus" and I sense that you would like a dedica>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Certo, We can not escape me an opportunity of genere, also l'ho also known as Aunt Paula and we would like to ask them some pictures to add to our collection of celebrities who have visited our ristorante>> ;.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A two conditions però>> said the writer.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sarebbero?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;First. The photos are on display in a few months after we left the island, I would not be harassed or chased by journalists. Do you understand? The privacy ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I understand, you can do. And the second?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vorrei ask some questions to you and other holders of \u0026lt;local>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Wow>> said the boy, who then went on

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I bet it's here to write a new novel. Yellow with a mysterious murders, a murderess be discovered and a love story that will end badly ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Più meno, or mysteries to solve more than altro>> Paul said.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not as I understand, however, be useful io: are not aware of any fact or mystery worthy d'interesse>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Know Paola Greek stepfather, Simone Passera? E 'in prison for a robbery committed fifteen years ago>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Please note that Paola Greek is not my aunt, but he knows my parents are very attached to and Paola Angelo not only because they work together but also because they are very good friends for a long time. Paola I always love him very much and I have always called her aunt. His stepfather have never seen, I know that he is in prison but has always been a taboo subject in our house, I was never told how things have gone>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You could start by talking to your family. Have you ever been told how they met your parents?>> Frank intervened, had realized that it was better to face conversation with Philip not directly but through the story of his family.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here is this is a really interesting story, as well as the love story between Angelo and Paola, it would make a beautiful love story!>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come on then, he says. This could leave a big tip now and publish the book as a gift>> Paul said to entice the boy to speak. Philip looked around, pulled back a chair from the table, sat down and began to tell:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Marco Valenti is not my father, my name is Philip Pasquale. My father died when I was about three years. My mother says that my biological father was a thug: always out of money and often drunk. I can not tell exactly what he did, but in practice has stolen money from a mobster and they did kill. They killed my mother had it not been for Mark, my adoptive father. E 'was to pull him out of trouble, risking their lives. Often I hear them talk when they are alone and think that I do not listen, you know they say that was the best thing in their lives. Mom says that she would die soon and that I'd grown up in an orphanage, I would become a drifter. Mark repeated that he would live a little, he would be killed eventually ended up in jail or>>.

While Philip was speaking, Paul Frank looked into his eyes as if to confirm those words. Even for him to know it was the best thing that had happened. He reached out and touched her fingers. Francesca's eyes sparkled.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Marco ever told you that before you know your work was madre?>> asked Francesca.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not exactly, but once told me it was the wrong road. Now he wants me to study and give a hand when I'm free, only for him working and living honestly, you can be happy. The criminals do not sleep well at night, always repeating>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ti have never told how they met and when they sposati?>> asked Frank. Philip was a real talker, began to tell:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;When they met, I was very small but I remember something. For example, I know that for the first year we lived in a house in the countryside, isolated from the rest of the world. I remember five years my parents were married in church and when they left for their honeymoon and left me by Paola Angelo, on their return, we moved into this building and have begun to jointly manage the restaurant>> .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Before you told the story of Paula and Angelo was very nice …>> Paul was aware that Philip did not know or do not would tell details about the robbery or the profession of Marco Valenti, tried, therefore, to know details of those people who would become the characters of his novel.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;'s a story of love that seems taken from a novel of the nineteenth century, when, every now and then tell it, I get emotional. Paola's mother was widowed soon after the birth of her daughter falls in love for his unfortunate encounter of Passera Simone. She did not notice that the man was an arms dealer, was blinded by the gifts and the good life for the first time it was offered. When he opened his eyes, it was too late to leave, it can not be divorced from a boss without losing their lives. He tried, however, to protect her daughter from violence and had the good educational development and honesty. Unfortunately, the stepfather wanted to marry the son of Paola with another sponsor for a pact between the two clans.

Paola at the time he attended law school in the university library and met Angelo. The two were seen only in the early morning in the Church of Our Lady of Sorrows, was the only time that Paul was not monitored by the minions of Passera. The marriage of Paola was imminent, but now she was in love with Angelo, he would rather die than leave. Together they decided to flee to Paris where, there, they would be married and have lived. Fate, however, was not on their side. Days before, by accident, the driver that led to Mass every morning Paola, went to church, saw them talk, listened to everything and told Passera.

Angelo at the time he had been in a bad lap laundered money from the bad, it was basically a recruiter and one of its customers there was just Simone Passera. It was easy for the stepfather to get the ears of Finance the necessary information to arrest him. They took the very day of the flight, the airport while waiting for the arrival of Paola. But she would never have got the appointment because he had received a forged letter in which he explained the Angel who did not want to marry her and that he would go to live abroad alone.

Paola for a long time never knew the truth and found out that Angel was in jail. Luckily he managed to convince the stepfather not to marry her and send her off the island. He went to live in Paris, and vowed he would never, never married or someone who would have loved another man. After seven years

Angelo came out of prison and tried to find her but could not find it and did not know anything about her, but at that moment the fate smiled again at the two of them. Simone Passera committed the famous robbery and was arrested. Paola came home from his mother who was alone. Finally free and in control of his life.

The most exciting part of their story is the moment when you are reviewed. Back from Paris, Paul decided to revise his father, was the day of the sentence and went to court. As the judge read the verdict of conviction, turned Paola, Angelo saw in the last row, he came here hoping to find it, do not listen to the voice of the court, ran to him and together they left the court, they embraced and kissed. Both were crying. Since then they have never left even a moment. They say that for too many years have been away, can not waste any more time>>.

Philip was a really good storyteller, even Paolo and Francesca were in tears. Paul, his voice breaking with emotion said:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A really good story and you're very good at telling it, you become a good writer. You deserve a tip and you will be inspired by this story for my novel>>. Then he asked:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Potrei talk with Angel and Paola?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Eccoli, arrivati, hours are just call them and I will talk to loro>> Philip answered. As the boy got up from the table and went into what he called uncles, that's Roberto Morelli came into the restaurant, went to the two owners and began to talk to them. Every now and then the three would turn towards Paolo and Francesca, they were certainly the object of their discourse.

Paola approached the table by Paolo and Francesca. It was a wonderful quarant'enne with long hair and died, in a gentle voice and gentle, he introduced himself:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Good evening, I talked about you Phil, we are honored by your presence, but you see, we learned that you want to write a story about the robbery at the Commercial Bank of fifteen years ago and also went around asking about us. We do not want our stories to be made public, so I must ask you to leave our local>>.

Paolo and Francesca fell silent, they understood the reason for that gesture, paid the bill and they left the restaurant.

Why Does My Chest Hurt When Exercising

The robbery - Chapter 18


The seat of Green Valley was the center of Catania, it was necessary to get across town in traffic to move but it was not easy at that time. Paul had a nervous driving that day, composed of continuous acceleration and sudden braking. She was often distracted and looking through the rear window. The green light was fixed for some time but the car in front had stopped, the lane opposite a row of cars prevented a left turn. He saw the yellow trigger. Paul, increasingly impatient, crushed the accelerator, the car surpassed that preceded it and, using a small gap that had formed between a Panda and un'Opel stroke, managed to turn. The driver of the Corsa pulled up abruptly, nearly risked a pile-up. Several horn began to sound in protest. A rather elegant lady with a dog on board lifted his middle finger against him. A man in his sixties, at the wheel of a truck carrying debris down the window and shouting insults him, he spoke in the dialect of Catania and the only thing he could understand was: learning to drive.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nervosetto, today eh?>> Francesca was remained silent, watching him ride and could not understand it depended on what that state of anxiety.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vedo that the race this morning I did not want to lead relaxed tanto, io?>> Churches courtesy more than anything to see if his agitation was because he knew that Paul loved to drive and would not have left the steering wheel.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, now we have arrived. Park here and then walk>>.
Paolo and Francesca left the Mercedes in a parking fee, then walked a stretch of Via Etna. Every so often stopped to watch a showcase. The shops were mostly boutique presents the latest innovations in fashion. Francesca stared for a long time a bag and then exclaimed:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Molto bella, but prezzi>>. Paul almost did not listen, instead he looked at his watch and said,
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I I'm hungry because we do not stop at the stall to eat qualcosa?>>. The man in his sixties, thin, wiry with short hair, light-skinned but tanned and with a long white apron, inviting passersby to stop. He transformed a wooden cart in shop on wheels, the smell that emanated rice balls was intense.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Gladly, the smell is very inviting and then we can not say that they were in Sicily if you do not taste it at least a>>. Paolo and Francesca came to himself and, after waiting several minutes for their turn, ordered several oranges. On the right, not far from there, Paul noticed a wall, he beckoned to Frank that he understood his intention. They sat down and began to eat.
The real treat was the food taste delicious but savor watching the people walk, listening to the sounds and the sounds of the city, surrounded by the bright colors: blue sky, yellow reflections of the sun, the white sheets laid out, the red brick and the various shades of gray plaster.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Aspetta a attimo, I go buy a altro>> Paul said. Francesca did not have time to turn that had already lost sight of. Perhaps we should go to the bathroom in a bar, he thought. The minutes passed. Two, then ten, fifteen, sixteen. Francesca increasingly took the pulse of the eyes to see the clock. After twenty minutes, got up and looked right then left, took a few steps toward walking. No, he had lost sight of. If you do not come back in fifteen minutes, I call his cell phone, she told herself. He was about to dial the number when they saw him coming, he smiled.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Where have you been? You had me worried, you know?>> Frank scolded.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Mi are distracted a attimo, I was watching a historical building dietro> there> is justified Paul then continued:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Let's late. The work awaits us>>. She held out her hand, she greeted and shook it.
The sales office of Green Valley was a nineteenth century building, richly decorated with friezes, statues of angels and lions carved on the jambs of the main entrance.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buongiorno, utile?> how can I be> asked the young as soon as the pair crossed the threshold. The girl in his twenties, was blonde with curly hair and slim. He was wearing jeans and a shirt with long sleeves rather heavy. It was not rigged but was very nice, his voice was shrill, denoted a cheerful and sunny.
Paul understood that this building was not only the legal and administrative center of Green Valley, but also the direct selling of farm produce. The entire ground floor was tastefully decorated. The wall had shelves full of bottles of extra virgin olive oil, all classified by year of collection, quality and size. At the center of the room, placed in a disorder studied, there were wooden crates filled with blood oranges from Sicily. On the walls, paintings representing scenes of rural life and company photo. Scattered agricultural tools of the past century or items related to rural life.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vorremmo give un'occhiata, is possibile?>> Paul, who responded with indifference, with Francesca, he tried to give the impression of being a couple of tourists.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sicuro, face with a comfortable and if you need anything or ask advice pure>>. The girl sat behind the counter and began to read a book. Paul was able to read the title: Lecture notes I. Analysis Sometimes the young noted a sentence with their lips, without emit sounds, repeated and then trying not to get noticed raised his eyes from the text and watched the odd pair of tourists.
After looking around the shop for good, Paul took two bottles of oil from the shelf and went to the cashier. He noticed two posters fixed to the walls, one was a poster advertising a boxing match for the national championship-middle class maximum of twenty years earlier, the second was a portrait of a man, he recognized Roberto Morelli.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Conosce quell'uomo?>> politely asked the girl who did not wait for the answer, but went
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'my father was the first boxer now the owner of the>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What she would be his figlia?>> Paul asked.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well, daughter is not quite correct, it is not my biological father. He married my mother and I call him Dad>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Potremmo lui, we talk to some questions that we would only curiosity fare: curiosità, soddisfare>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not in sede, should now ask my madre>>. Just then came down the stairs with a beautiful forty-blond hair in a strand, a skirt at the knee and a white shirt for men.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;THE particolare?> lords want something in> the woman asked.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Desiderano talk papà, the conoscono, I was telling him he is not here but can be found on campi>> said the daughter.
\u0026lt;'No we do not know direttamente, only fama>> Paul pointed out. Frank realized that maybe she would be able to grasp more easily the confidences of another woman and intervened
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello my name is Frank and he Alighieri Paolo Martinelli, we are journalists. We are reconstructing the history of famous boxers, not the great champions, however, than the public already knows everything. We would like to write about her husband, we may ask you some questions?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;My name is Isabella Condorelli and this is my daughter Martina, he studied engineering, but when a moment of freedom, is to help in the shop. I will be happy to answer but I must say that my husband does not climb into the ring for fifteen years. He left that world and did not attend more>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, we know. After he won that last match against Dudley Connor has fought more>> Frank had sought information on the internet and had read the record of that meeting. Paul Frank was surprised by that statement had not yet fully understood what was careful and take seriously the research work.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sa, I marito, of my life when he was pugile, nulla, do not know, I never interested and I never asked niente>> answered Condorelli.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;When you have conosciuti?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Fifteen years ago. I was a single mother, young, abandoned by her family, I had to grow my small daughter alone. It 'was hard. I did things that Today I am not proud, but there are two facts that have brought me great joy: the first was to give birth to my daughter even when all they wanted abortissi and the second is marrying Robert Morelli>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;How l'ha conosciuto?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Those were the days after his last fight, he, too, as I was desperate with no future, had won but had been abandoned by his manager. He had a lot of money to some people and risked his life. We did a job together. A mutual friend gave us the opportunity to earn some money. We met at that time>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;may tell me what the job is?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm sorry but I can not speak. I can only say that after he was so good for us and for other people>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not been gentilissima, but perhaps for some specific questions on boxing would be better to speak directly with his marito, could be so kind as to tell us where we can trovarlo?>> Paul got involved, the information received was sufficient and died the desire to speak with the former boxer.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;time the spiego>> said the woman, who then wrote up a business address, and illustrated with in great detail how to reach her husband. Paul paid for the oil, and greeted with Francesca left the room.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hai done careful research on this Morelli mattina, vedo>> Paul said as soon as they got behind the wheel.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Certo while you have fun correre, I lavorato>> Francesca said jokingly.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sempre cosa, the more interesting you think it's just not the robbery of the Isabella Condorelli banca?>> Paul asked.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Forse that chore done with Morelli and their mutual friends had quello>> said Francesca, who then went on
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But think of the woman as a robbery it is very difficult, it seemed a good person, in love with her man and then takes a good soul to her daughter. Sure she has confessed to having done something wrong but fair ... and what is this?>> Francesca interrupted in mid sentence, observed a strange package had not noticed that before and asked Paul.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For te, is a gift for te>> said, smiling. Francesca opened it, found the bag that had so long looked in the window a few hours earlier.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco Pranzo, where you were going to buy it and then you ran to l'hai flow auto, not vero?>>.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sì, confess l'ho fatto>>. Francesca was happy and smiling, came up to Paul, who at that time was concentrated at the helm and kissed him.
It was not difficult to reach the farm itself, was about forty kilometers outside the city towards the town of Aragon. The information provided by Isabella Condorelli were accurate and detailed. The view left speechless, cultivated green fields separated by narrow streets lined with rows of trees. In the background, imposing Mount Etna.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ecco we should ask arrivati, quell'uomo>> said Paul, who stopped the car, parked beside the road and on foot reached a farmer who at that time lowered to the ground by a pick olives red net. Francesca had been sitting in the car, he saw that the man with the outstretched arm pointed to a stone cottage, then Paul came back and said
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sì is the place giusto, l'Abbé trovato>>. Frank got out and walked on foot to Paul what must have been a crusher.
Paul knocked, the door was open, loudly said
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hello? E 'permission?>>. No one answered, silence, then a crash of tin buckets, and then someone appeared. The man was about fifty grand, tall with muscles firm and even toned view.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Now go downstairs. If you want to shatter the olives, but now it is late you have to come back tomorrow morning>>.
\u0026lt;'No we would like to speak with reporters Roberto Morelli, is lei?>> Paul asked.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Interaction io, you want to me?>> Morelli said.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Nothing just ask you a few questions about boxing, its activity, curiosity. We would like to write an article about her>>. The man frowned and then grabbed a pitchfork and threatened:
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;away, go away. I do not intend to answer any questions>>, then shut them out, slamming the door.

Gok Wan Oversized Scarf

The robbery - Chapter 17

Something heavy and warm hung on his arm. The head rested on the pillow but was in contact with the face of Francesca. Paul heard her breathe in sync with him and the scent of vanilla filled the nostrils. Slowly pulled his arm numb by now, turned toward her and began to look at her as she slept. When he saw her open her eyes waited a few seconds, the time it took her to regain consciousness, then kissed her passionately. He saw her eyes shine and he was happy.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What you going to do oggi?>> Churches smiling Francesca, that song continues:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not mica want to stay in bed all giorno, vero?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Rising? We have to get up? I live here under the covers with you forever!>> After he replied jokingly, Paul became serious and said

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have to take your notes, I have several ideas I'd like to start writing. I think I'll work the rest of the morning ...>> The sentence ended in mid-air, was silence and then asked:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Tu idea that you've done this vicenda?>> Francesca was happy to hear that question, it was proof that Paul took into account his opinion, he pondered a few seconds, then answered:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For me behind this story there is a dark side and there are facts that do not agree. Certainly one of the robbers There was a woman who has never been detected, then the description of a thief made to us by Motta does not agree with any of those arrested. I do not even go back to the boss of the gang leaders, acting in person, generally give orders and not enter into action themselves. I think it is more likely that the robbery had taken someone else on behalf of these mafia leaders. For example, that fighter Morelli Roberto Morelli I seem to remember his name, he may have been, perhaps because blackmailed. Keep in mind that had lost a lot of money to her manager and who risk their lives>>. Paul had listened with interest to the words of Francesca, those assumptions were plausible and confirmed his ideas, he confided his thoughts:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes that's what I thought, even if the novel had in mind a version even more imaginative, though at this point we still have two people to listen to: Paola Greek and Roberto Morelli. You should look on the Internet of information about them or, better yet, find their phone number and talk to them. If possible, you should make an appointment with both. Roberto Morelli is the owner of Green Valley, should be easily traced. Paola Greek perhaps still lives in Catania, if we're lucky, we can bring it>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For the afternoon I think I do it>>. Francesca got out of bed, she was still naked and pulled the duvet cover. Paul was left alone with a sheet.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not to leave you freddo>> he said.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Alzati, pigrone>>, Francesca said that to tease him a tongue. Paul took the pillow and pulled him towards her, right in the center without harm her. She said raising towards him then with one click left the room and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Paul left alone, got up, got dressed, tried and Francesca's notes, waiting to come out of the bathroom, he began to read them every now and then highlight a phrase or add a comment in the margins of the paper. The sun was high and a ray of sun threw a shadow on the desk. Some noise distracted him: dogs barking in the distance, the roar of the shower then, suddenly, silence. Shine saw something out the window and for a few moments a beam of light struck his eyes, raised his hand to protect the view. Paul went to the window to see where it came from that strange reflection, he looked and saw nothing. He was about to return to work when a second reflected back into the room to shine. A Paul came to mind when a child was playing with mirrors and liked to create odd reflections around him, perhaps, he thought, there is someone who wants to play with me. Repositioning the tent, leaving only a small window of opportunity, and almost hiding, he continued to observe what was happening outside. Within minutes the reflections were repeated for three times that he could understand where they came from.

The rented farmhouse had been built on a small hill surrounded by lemon groves, yet low well-maintained plants that emit a pleasant aroma. About thirty meters further north, the land formed a valley, then came back and uneven terrain, climb to form a real hill covered with a dense undergrowth of Mediterranean. It was from there that someone wielding something that reflective illuminating the room. Paul wanted to know who he was and decided to go and see.

Paul remembered that he brought with him the need to run, I have to keep in shape, he thought when he packed his suitcase. He opened the closet and pulled out a pair of running shoes and put on a suit. Francesca just then emerged from the bathroom and looked at him curiously.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hai already finished scrivere?>> asked.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Interaction several days that do not work fisica, correre, I think I need to come back from a mezz'oretta>> he replied. He did not want to worry about it and there was always the possibility that these reflections were not anything serious, Francesca would have made fun of for some time. And then I'm the one who sees things that do not exist, he said. Paul, made a bit 'stretching, turned on the i-Pod and ran.

discovered that Paul had brought for the ride as a child. He remembered when his father took him into the woods to gather blackberries or search for mushrooms. Often they could not find anything, they sat on the grass and enjoying the silence. They were there for hours, in peace, without saying anything. He loved those silences he spent with his father more than anything else. When, at lunchtime, its father told him, we must return to mother, let's see who comes under the first, he got up and ran home. Run, run like crazy and it was often the first to arrive. We have a true champion, he runs like the wind our son, were the words his father said to his mother. In the beginning, he thought he did it on purpose to be missed when he noticed his father's breath, he was convinced that maybe it was really fast. He had never wanted to turn that talent into an athletic, running was a personal pleasure and would not have shared with others.

When he went to university, had stopped running, study and discover the pleasure of writing he had been distracted from the rest. He resumed running two days after the death of his parents. He had to distract the pain was too big and would break my heart otherwise. He went into the woods and then ran, and ran for a long time until fatigue and the pain they feel its effects. When he returned home, he was exhausted, he threw himself on the bed and finally managed to sleep. Since then the race had become a drug. Whenever I had a concern or sorrow, he ran. When the morning a nightmare woke him, he ran. When he was angry, he ran.

Paul went in the opposite direction from that she thought there was someone with something reflective. If you see a bad guy and I get goes away, he thought. Lemon in the vegetation was sparse and was easily recognizable. He reached the forest, went on for a few hundred meters until you reach a dirt road, from there you could move without being noticed. Then, when he came to a crossroads, chose the left branch, would have covered a wide turn in order to surprise the hypothetical observer at the shoulders.

The road was bumpy and covered with dry leaves, Paul ran but was careful to lay his feet, he did not make any noise. He turned off the I-Pod, he wanted to hear every sound and every sound. He looked at his watch about twenty minutes had elapsed from the moment he started, stopped, looked the sun and tried to navigate. He calculated that it was a hundred feet above his goal was to only go down from that point, unfortunately, the road had become only a small path rough and steep, often unstable. He stopped breathing for almost run and make no noise. Unfortunately, the right foot came to rest on a pit covered with leaves, stumbled to the ground and ruined. A flock of birds rose and pointed to the valley to its position.

He got up, tried to groom themselves, put his foot on the ground, was sore but felt that it was nothing serious, it would be quickly restored. He looked around him and, at that very moment, he saw a car that drove down the road main. The vegetation was thick but a glimmer recognized a white fiesta. He understood that it was not just her imagination or the imagination of a writer Francesca, someone kept them under control.

Strange, very strange, he thought. If someone nearby, heard the noise I did not want to be identified and reached out the car, how did you succeed so quickly? That question would not allow it but now the opportunity to discover who the mysterious observer was gone, they had nothing left to do but go home.

Paul continued to fall until he came to a small clearing in the woods. He stopped and began to observe. In a corner he noticed a few sprigs of fresh crushed and broken, a sign that someone had moved a little from there and maybe it stopped. Among the other noted that a branch from that point was just able to control his home. On the ground he saw a cigarette butt, and took notes that had been turned off recently. Farther noticed a wastepaper, was a shell of a chocolate bar. By now he was certain that someone, most likely with a pair of binoculars, kept him under control for some time. Yes, were the reflections of the sun hitting the lenses of binoculars to make those reflections that lit up the room, which cost Paul.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;How to you tanned? What have you done?>> Frank asked when she saw Paul in the house.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Interaction stumbled and are not caduto, nulla, now I take a shower and I cambio>>, "said Paul. Did not say anything about what he saw and what he thought was happening, did not want to scare her and then had no tangible evidence, in all it was only his assumption.

While in the shower, Frank Paul saw through the glass, stood firm on the door, was eager to talk to him.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;We were lucky with Roberto Morelli and Paola Greek, you know? I did a good job while you were running>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ti ascolto, tell pure>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I tried Roberto Morelli, I quickly found, is the owner of Green Valley. I address here. I phoned one of his employees told me, told me that at that time there was but he assured me that the afternoon would have found. We can go directly there, do not you think?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sì, così, maybe it's better that I would not find an excuse not riceverci>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ho also visited the site of Green Valley on address>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Qualcosa d'interessante?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;E 'one of the largest farms in the province, is located in the plain of Catania, is actually sort of nowhere about ten years ago, before There were only partially cultivated land that made very little, then Roberto Morelli, a little 'time, the purchasing company is putting together a few million euro. Does it seem strange?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;A boxer who is given to agriculture is odd, then the money which would have taken them? Want to see the robbery and did it himself advantage of the fact that his boss was in jail, has invested the money in the Green Valley?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;This is not the most important thing that has scoperto>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hai found Paola Greco?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sicuro l'ho found that when you and I'll be told tutto, sorpreso>>. Paul had finished taking a shower, put a towel wrapped around his waist, and then went in front of the sink and began to shake the can of shaving cream, rubbed his cheeks and began to shave. Francesca imperturbable remained in the bathroom, sat on the edge of the tub and looked at him, remained silent.

\u0026lt;'I am curious to hear storia>>, said Paul.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Paola Greek is lives in Catania, is co-owner of a restaurant with her husband, Angelo Belfiore, and another member. From what I've found, seems to be doing good business. Fancy restaurant, you should book well in advance, account salty. Luxury stuff is not a dive in short>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And surprise that sarebbe?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The name of the Partner: Marco Valenti>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sarebbe?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I tried to find something on him, you know that I discovered? Well I'll tell you, Valenti has a clean record but in the past has undergone several trials. He was accused of being the bodyguard of Don Scalisi>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Cavoli!>>, "said Paul, who then went on

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The circle seems to close. Morelli was linked to Barbera, Don Valenti Scalisi, was the daughter of Greek Paola Passera. Three are in jail accused of robbery, three are now rich and loose, it does little to put two and two>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It's not over here! I did some research on Angelo Belfiore. I discovered it was a fixer, had been in jail for a long time for recycling dirty money. Someone in the past had also been accused of managing the money of Simone Passera. The stepfather of Paola>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;They are all linked together then? Maybe we did downtown. I have to get dressed and organize the afternoon. We have many people to meet. Have you booked dinner at the Greek restaurant in Paola?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I knew that you'd say that. Already done>>. Paul rinsed his face, wiped, came up to Amy that property did not understand his intentions, lifted from the ground and kissed it.