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The robbery - Chapter 22

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here's the chicken! And instead is thought to trick us what he has done scrubbing. And 'since you got out we saw you!>> Claudio Cosentino said with ironic that, turning to those who held the gun to his head Paolo Martinelli, ordered:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bring it here together with other>>. With a push Paul was thrown in the middle of the room. The writer turned and could finally see the man who had surprised him, was a tall, strong, blond hair, fair complexion, most likely a boxer who trains in the World Boxing gym. He had been hidden all the time, maybe he was already there before the arrival Cosentino and all the others.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;It would be better if they remain tied to the bed, they might give it cavavi, someone would have untied the end. Now you're sure to come away alive>> Cosentino spoke loudly, he was sure of himself, thought he was invincible. Paul came up to him.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Well, 'do you think? You are a fool, yes a fool. Have not you noticed that I followed you for some time? What I entered in your absence in your home and reads what you write? What I discovered thanks to you who did the robbery and who has the stolen goods?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Troppe parole>>. Paul had noticed that Cosentino was distracting, taken from the rush to speak had lowered the gun. With all his strength, punch. In his heart he hoped that Roberto Morelli had understood his intentions and was not too rusty, in fact, the young man's accomplice Cosentino, was distracted, too busy listening to his boss.

Cosentino stumbled and dropped the gun at the same time as a real boxer Morelli had understood everything, loaded the right to the face and struck his opponent who had no time to stand guard, he fell fainting to the ground. Ko in the first round, they said.

Belfiore and Valenti, who was rushed to Cosentino reaching out to shoot the gun, kicked off the Belfiore, Valenti picked it up, took off the safety, extended his arm to Cosentino and calm and firm voice said:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Move only a finger and I'll blow brains>>. Cosentino lost security, became cadaverous, began to tremble and raised his arms.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not shoot. Please do not shoot>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Persa gun lost tutto, also coraggio, eh?>> said Valenti, Morelli at the same time the gun of the young boxer who was then lifted from the ground and still unconscious, with a series of jerks, brought him back to reality.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Come on, both in the corner. Hands in plain view, and without>>.

Greek and Isabella Paola Condorelli rushed by Francesca and helped her to be untied, it was in that moment of frenzy and confusion that all were surprised and almost petrified when they heard these words:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Without all the above hands>> in the door and saw the Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi along with another policeman, the latter holding a machine gun leveled against them, Parodi, however, had a Beretta M9. He was in uniform and sure of himself, nearing retirement but still a man of action.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Give these guns. The two of them take over me>.

Morelli Valenti and gave weapons to the Commissioner, while the other cop handcuffed Cosentino and his accomplice then led them out. Meanwhile, the house was surrounded by policemen. No one inside, he saw and heard nothing. With the other force agents loaded the two criminals on a gazelle. Paul was incredulous, asking how they could find out so quickly, then recognized the cop with the machine gun, was the driver of the white fiesta. He was followed not by one person but two! Cosentino is that the police watched. The cop came back and turned to his superior said

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;We have finished the Cape. With them we think you?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, yes, go. I have a chat with them. I think some of them will give me a passage back to the police station>>.

Belfiore, Valenti, Morelli, Condorelli and the Greek were stunned, they did not understand what would happen. Have been arrested or if the would got away? Silently waiting for what the Chief Commissioner was going to do. Paul Frank embraced, made sure of conditions of each other and both were now secure, they too were curious and awaiting developments.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Dobbiamo parlare, sit back and I want to hear different things before going to pensione>, "said the Commissioner, and all they brought in what must have been a kitchen, around a table, sat.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;From the day that Paul Martinelli came to interview me, I realized that it would also got in trouble I was sure that only a person coming from outside would be able to stir the waters, you discover something that I and my men we were able to discover. Who better than a writer of detective stories could permanently resolve the case? I said and I put a cop at your heels. Yes, he acknowledged he was driving the white fiesta. He told me that a couple of times he was about to be discovered, however, has managed to do the job very well. With the exception of this night, of course, but first things first ...>>.

Commissioner saw a glass on the sink, took it, opened the tap, ran the water, filled it and then took a sip. All the others stared at him and dared not breathe. Parodi continued:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Roberto Rossi is called, is a police lieutenant. He has always followed her Martinelli and his secretary, even his girlfriend if I'm not mistaken>>. Andrea Parodi had a grin, the policeman had seen everything, including love of the two meetings and he had reported to his superior.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;For a time she did not discover anything that we did not know already, everything was quiet around her. This is also a hole in a futile attempt, I thought. But then, after he visited the gym run by Claudio Cosentino there was a nice surprise. Good to me, of course, not for her. Cosentino also began to follow you. We now control for now, step by step. Lieutenant Rossi kept under control and both reported me ...>> The Commissioner made another pause, he extracted a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Dispiace fumo?> if> asked, and then stretched out his arm in a gesture to offer to others present. Seeing that no one answered or accepted the offer, drew back his arm, put the package in his pocket, lit a cigarette, his mouth and inhaled deeply. He was calm and relaxed, he felt the real winner of the day. Began to speak:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I knew that Cosentino meditated revenge, unfortunately I did not understand that this night would tried to go for broke. The son of Lieutenant Smith had a fever, I asked if he could stay home. I agreed and sent others in his place. For a night that you want to happen, I told myself. Unfortunately I was wrong, luckily this morning when Rossi took over the service and immediately came to check she saw as she left home, I phoned and arrived on time. Now, with this attempted kidnapping, burglary and the criminal history, will return to jail. For a long time 'I think. He and his accomplice>>.

The Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi had finished speaking, that was not a break, literally stopped, stared at these one by one, he expected something to them that someone wanted to take the word and tell. All look down then, suddenly, the face of Isabella Condorelli stood up, looked in and make friends with his eyes questioned them. With a glance he received the consent of all then, his voice low but safe, took the floor.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ok, I'll talk. We owe you and we will give explanations. Tell the truth even if it means going to jail. We made us the Italian Commercial Bank robbery. We say I, Morelli, Belfiore and Valenti with the help of other friends who were killed. Paola did not participate in Greek, at that time was in Paris. Fifteen years ago we were desperate, we wanted change their lives but we had no money. Some of us were really in trouble up to his neck, risking their lives. We wanted to change our lives but without money, where we could go? To this Angelo Belfiore invented the robbery was to be the last act of a life wrong dishonest action to build an honest life. We all agreed to do the robbery for that very reason. At first all went well, managed to perfection and the spoils was a blessing, ever imagined and seen so much money all at once. We hid in the country and remained isolated for a certain period. Were those days that really changed my life. I met and fell in love Roberto Morelli, Valenti was already infatuated with Cynthia and could not wait to marry her. The love of another person it changed his life. Unfortunately Passera, Quattrocchi and Barbera were on our tracks and things when someone fell ill acknowledged our complicity and went and told them: they had placed a bounty on us. There would never have left to live our lives.

When we learned that our accomplices were killed, took a decision. The decision. Not interested us more money, we just wanted to live. We thought to get rid forever of our persecutors. Through an informant, we did know where we could find and where he had hidden the stolen goods. Commissioner also telephoned her, it was me making that call. Everything went as planned. Barbera, Quattrocchi Passera and introduces himself, with them also had the weapons with which they killed our accomplices. But the police did not find us. We were finally free>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Liberi and still with a nice gruzzolo>>, interrupted Andrea Parodi, \u0026lt;\u0026lt;the one hand you have stored. With that money, you have built a good life: the estate, the restaurant ...>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are mistaken Commissioner, we have not kept that money for us, we never touched. We said we can not build a good life with the fruits of a robbery, that money can not keep them. In fact ...>> Isabella made a long pause, he looked Morelli and then went on:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The money we have given all to charity. Yes it is the Commissioner. Checks watch the annual giving asylum for orphans, who controls contributed to the construction costs of the Parish of St. Bridget, look for the supporters of the soup kitchen and many other initiatives. Find a name: Ventura, our accomplice murdered. In his name we made the donations, we have received. We donated everything, even longer than necessary, we help each year with the savings fruit of our work. Now you know everything Commissioner. We arrested? Martinelli and she will write a book about us so that everyone knows what we did?>>.

Isabella finished speaking with my heart was quiet in peace, had released a secret he kept to himself for fifteen years. She, like all others, was released. They were calm and accept the consequences of that choice.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I am nearing retirement and are not to judge anyone, but I think that the purpose of prison is to protect the good from the bad and allow them to pay for their bad choices. You are no longer a danger to the public, you are indeed a blessing. You paid for your actions both morally and materially by the donations. I do not intend to send you to jail to free the real criminals ... and then I'm only here to protect honest citizens from a brutal attack. I am old and deaf, I have not heard what that woman said ...>> Paolo Martinelli said ironically turning to the Commissioner.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And I will not post anything that you can get into trouble due to robbery or, make no mistake. Cosentino what he read in conjunction with notes I took with Francesca, will be destroyed>> Paolo Martinelli said.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Be 'then everything is settled and clear, no? We return to our homes, someone gives me 'a ride to the police?>> The Commissioner said that he paused, thought for a bit' and then went on:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Actually the other thing I would like yet. A dinner at your restaurant>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Of course! This evening you will all our guests, and for the passage there is no problem, we just go there>> Belfiore said.

was the closing day of the "Paris by night" that evening and one large table was set. The rossese, the favorite wine of the Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi, flowed and nearly all were happy, smiling and talking to each other. Philip told a story aloud, Valenti clutching the hand of Isabella Condorelli and occasionally kissed her, as well as Angelo Paola Belfiore with Greek. Cinzia Valenti, and every so often with the excuse to go in the kitchen away from the table and most likely gave him a kiss, did not want to be seen by Philip. Only Paolo and Francesca were sad. Francesca, in the afternoon while packing his bags, he told everything to Paul. The assumption had said, that he did not believe in relationships at a distance, not to suffer that was best for both left. It was now midnight

passed when the Chief Commissioner Andrea Parodi rose from the table, looked at his watch and loudly, turning to the other diners, said

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;'s time to go, tomorrow I will be up a hard day's work. My compliments to the chef and I would recommend: rifled straight eh, keep an eye on you! >>, Winked then went on:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;all writer wonder send me a copy of the forthcoming novel scriverà>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Promesso Commissario, with a case of rossese>>, Martinelli said. The Commissioner began to bid farewell to everyone, shaking hands one by one to present, for the last left Paul and Francesca. Approached them, shook hands with Paul and the tone of a father than a policeman, said:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are a couple in the leg, then you would be good if the investigators would like to do this job, even if Martinelli advice you to keep writing. In that time I read his novels, I find them very well written and exciting, not the usual yellow from peanuts, are built well. I tried to please read them. Keep it up>>. Paul listened with pleasure and thanked those words:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;His compliments are welcome, I will do my best for the future>>. The Commissioner was a man of few words and in that time he had already spent many, left the hand of Francis, who meanwhile had entered and left the room.

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The robbery - Chapter 21

The black sedan was running fast. In the trunk, his hands tied behind his back, Frank was writhing on the hood and kicking. The efforts did not produce any effect, even the noise could be heard by anyone at that hour the street was deserted.

Francesca remembered that he had fallen asleep at the computer and being awakened by a noise. When she went into the kitchen to see someone from behind, he had put his hands to his mouth and then with a gun had threatened:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Stai shut up or kill you and then lui>> . At these words had surrendered, he had been afraid that something bad happened to Paul. He also thought that perhaps the stranger was just a thief, after taking some money, he would leave. He had to be quiet and everything would have been good. Instead

was wrong and was now repentant. If he made noise, now Paul is not tied to the bed and she would not be in the dark in a stinky boot into the hands of a madman who very probably would kill her. He recognized the man had heard his voice, he would never let loose.

When she heard the car slow down and jump because the road was bumpy, sighed for a moment, perhaps the journey was almost over and she could breathe fresh air. He did not know how much longer he could keep going back indoors. But then, when the car stopped completely, and heard the door slam, he was afraid. Cosentino forcefully pulled out of the car. He was alone in the open countryside, near the house of Green Valley. Francesca knew that place well. There was the day before, not could be wrong. With guns drawn to her and without speaking, Cosentino forced her to go, then calmly said,

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Bene, now you have to do some telefonata>>.

Paul left the house running, got into the Mercedes, got under way with a scoured and departed. Perhaps he understood the intentions of Cosentino. Of course if you were wrong, Francesca was in trouble. She, Morelli, Condorelli, and all the others were in trouble. He had to risk it. He remembered the words of Cosentino: \u0026lt;\u0026lt;Andrò by Morelli and I will confessare>>. Cosentino was difficult to go directly to the home of Morelli, most likely would have set a trap to those who believed they had committed the robbery. Li has to arrive at an isolated place where nobody can see and hear. Where better than the Green Valley? Paul had thought.

had traveled no more than a mile when they spotted a white fiesta that ran the opposite direction to her for a moment looked at him but the driver did not recognize him. He was a man in his thirties, dark brown, of normal build, also staring at him with curious eyes but that was not the time to ask questions or stop. Paul accelerated, the fiesta went on, certainly was headed for his house, the only entrance to the road and, of course, the man was concerned him.

The Mercedes ran, but faster heart beat Paul. What would he do if he found Claudio Cosentino? It had neither arms nor ideas. He had also forgotten the phone, he could not ask for help. He was alone.

The sun came up the hill, the sky was clear and bright but the road was still wet on the rainy night. When the car left the road and take the dirt road leading to the house of Roberto Morelli, Paul noticed the footprints left by the tires of some cars. He stopped the car and got out. Three different cars had traveled that stretch of road recently, a fourth a few hours before. Paul began to reason: Morelli and Condorelli certainly would travel together, then Greek and Angelo Paola Belfiore, was the second car, then Valenti alone or with Chiara. He called them all, wants them all together. They want their faith and their money. Most likely took advantage of Francesca, was to call her, has been forced to say that he has discovered important facts about them and if they do not want to be published have to pay.

The cottage was close and someone could easily notice, was not to be discovered. Paul hid in the bushes and the car continued on foot. Walking in the wet ground was hard, sometimes his foot sank into the ground. He picked up a branch and used it as a stick, it appealed to the left, the right hand was still sore. When he was at a hundred yards, he saw the three cars, the fourth, a black sedan, was on the back, you barely noticed.

The north facade of the building was blind, windowless, Paul decided to approach the building from that direction, it was still a risk, the last meters were without barriers, anyone would have seen. He came close to the house, looked through a window but saw nothing. He stopped, he heard someone speak, was the voice of Claudio Cosentino. Paul, careful not to make noise, he went on the other side, near the entrance. The door was just ajar, calmly opened, then went inside. He saw the back of Claudio Cosentino, held at gunpoint Francesca, still tied, and all the others: Morelli, the Condorelli, Valenti, Belfiore and Greek. Cried

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I know that you have the rest of the stolen goods. I want that money. Now let go and if Morelli does not return within an hour with the money, kill one of you. One per half-hour delay>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not there are those soldi, them abbiamo>> implored Condorelli.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The robbery l'avete made voi, confessate?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, yes we did the robbery but we have not taken anything for us>> Greek Paola said.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Very bad for you. I want them money. However, you're not green, the estate and the restaurant will make it good. Soon the banks open, I want each of you to withdraw all her savings. One by one, and if not back in time, will kill their mate and then all the other>>. Paul was a few meters from the shoulders of Claudio Cosentino, grasp it with both hands, the stick. He was ready to strike the blow.

recognized immediately that "Click" had never listened to reality, I had written extensively in his stories. Ping, dry and short of gun dog that is raised. How many times had described the scene? Ten? Or more? The screen had seen thousands of times, it was one of her favorites: the protagonist is in danger to save the beautiful and there's someone behind her pointing a gun, or even a Colt Magnum forty-four best to impress the audience. "Click" and our hero, raises his hands caught with your finger into the jar of jam.

He understood there was no need of other words, the sound and the cold steel barrel that had been raised to her cheek was enough. Dropped the stick, his weapon with which was make his grand entrance on stage fell to the ground. Paul raised his hands slowly.

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The robbery - Chapter 20

When Frank got into the car and read the message on the mobile phone of his mother, he was sure that the story would have ended badly, its history, not what Paul was preparing to write. With his mind back to the first time getting on the Ferrari of Paul, just met, had that feeling, did not know what would happen, but he was certain that would happen: you would have to leave and would have suffered. Francesca was bleached in the face, his heart had become like stone and pain stomach prevented him from breathing.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Are you sick? You are pale and was about to faint when you read the message>> Paul said that alarmed by the sudden change of Francesca.

\u0026lt;'No it is not nulla>> Frank said that in a low voice he continued:

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Maybe I took cold. When we return home with a chamomile should go>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Cattive news from your genitori?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;No, not so good, I should indeed be very happy ...>> the words died in his throat, struggled to hold back the tears. She would gladly shouted, but it closed in on itself, that was not the time to explain what was happening to Paul and how things were going between them.

It was now night, and with the Mercedes A Class hired Paolo and Francesca walked the road back to the farm of Aci Trezza, suddenly began to rain. At first it was just a harmless drizzle, then the wind increased and became a downpour, the wipers could hardly dispose of the water. Paul slowed due to poor visibility, sometimes look to Francesca, trying to figure out whether it was a sick passenger or something more serious. He had sensed that something bad had happened but did not dare ask anything, she wanted it to trust others.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Filippo ragione, did not leave the boat for fishing this notte>> said to try to make her talk.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Sì, you see is a guy sveglio, knows many things and can tell bene>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;With oggi, listened to what I think to be clear I do not need other informazioni, the novel is now ready in my testa, I just scriverlo>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not you curious to know how things really went? For you have committed the robbery or the persons arrested were Angela Belfiore, Marco Valenti, Roberto Morelli with the help of a woman, perhaps Isabella Condorelli?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Certo is easy to think that they have been loro, and maybe they were in a position to execute the rapina, l'impressione but they gave me to be good I persone, becomes difficult to think of them as rapinatori>> .

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;The facts, however, are against them. They were almost all on the wrong road, economic difficulties, Some were hunted down and even risk being killed. After the robbery became rich and free>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Forget that should have been them to kill their accomplices and I do not think that one of them was able to do so, also Passera, Quattrocchi and Barbera were arrested red-handed, had the result of money robbery>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But someone made the tip to the police, maybe they were right. They knew of the robbery and thus they got rid of their opponents. Somehow involved, I am sure this>>.

Paolo and Francesca came home in the midst of a storm of wind that bent the trees and torrential rain that drenched them completely in the short distance that the car had to go out into the house. Such was the ardor of Paul to open the door that did not notice that someone had tried to tamper with the lock.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Accidenti that tempo>> Paul said.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Forza made a hot shower before you take a accidente>> continued.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not to worry I'm meglio, tu, go first while I read an email and I have to prepare a camomilla>> said Francesca.

Francesca went into his room, locked the door and turned on his laptop. While waiting to download e-mail, undressed quickly wiped as best and put on a sweater to keep warm. He concentrated on the mail. His mother was right. There was no doubt she worked. Assumption University of MIT, with a permanent contract to teach the history of Italian literature. His application was accepted, his dream was realized, would have left Italy, he taught at an American university. A

life. He had studied a life, toiling away like mad in order to succeed in what had always been his dream. Then he had lost hope, he had not received a reply and had removed the fact of having sent the request, his subconscious, however, had not forgotten why he was certain that his story would have gone hard with Paul. It would be playing, he would have left.

For years he had dreamed of that day and had imagined it would burst with joy, it would be run by his parents and he would have hugged and kissed. Now he wanted to cry, he had known the love and fate forced her to choose between an important job and one person he loved. Frank looked at his watch, it was very late, there was no need to call home. My parents certainly will stay asleep, he thought, I'll call tomorrow. He turned off the computer, went into the kitchen and lit the gas stove to heat water.

Paul walked in and saw her sitting, pensive, sad and worried, asked,

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;C'è something you preoccupa, vero?>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Yes, but now I do not want to talk about it, I must be alone and think. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I'll tell you more>> Frank said.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I understand, tomorrow will listen and talk. Now I'm more comfortable because it is not a physical problem>> and then wrapped it without talking with his arms and held her.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;This molto, not sleep at night I intend to write the novel, so if you want to talk will not let you come in every scrupoli, momento>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are understanding and I appreciate that. But now I have to be alone>>.

Paul went into his room, not completely closed the door Francesca wanted to see the light on and could come and talk if he wanted, then turned on the computer and started writing.

on The feelings were mixed: he was happy and worried. Happy because he had his story, the plot, the characters and the environment had focused his mind, he would have made a good novel. Concerned about Francesca, did not know what was happening, but sensed that something was taking the away from him. By tomorrow he would know all that remained was to wait in the meantime would have written.

fingers ran on the keyboard, the words became phrases, sentences filled pages, the pages of a chapter. Never before, had written so quickly. He felt the story flowing from his head to the monitor as a river, constantly and without interruption. The arrangement was set on the feelings in a story, even if only a small part of that flow had come to the reader, certainly this would have been involved and would passionate novel. The clock will gallop, but Paul lost consciousness. Her legs were numb to ask your body to stop a moment and stand up. He failed, something hard hit his head, it became quite dark and fainted.

Someone was shaking violently, back and consciously tried to open his eyes. The thick head forced him to close them, then tried to move but his movements were blocked. When he opened them, he found himself pinned in the bed, arms outstretched with the wrists tied to the headboard of the bed, his feet joined together. Gradually the figure of a man took shape before him, and he had a gun pointed at his head Francesca Once gagged.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not male, I can give them the money if those who are cerchi>> begged Paul.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I am not seeking your money and then I'll settle for a few thousand euro, I want millions. The millions of euro that Angelo Belfiore and his friends robbed>>.

Paul heard those words while trying to figure out where he had seen that face. Remembered. Claudio Cosentino, manager of the Boxing Word.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What wheels noi, allora?>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Since you came to do all those questions in the gym I'm following, I read your article and I know that they have been stealing the money, now help me to make them confess and hand over the rest of the loot>>

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;You are a fool not I'm a journalist, I am a writer and that is not an article but a novel. Got it! A novel, certain facts are not my invention, they have not been doing it, the robbery>>.

Football groin he roared out, almost fainted.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not tell me any more stupid or I'll kill you. I do not care at this point what you are. I shall go to Morelli and I will confess, with a gun bet you know how it melts your tongue? And then what you wrote does not seem entirely invented, I think the money will have their>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;leave go lei, take me as ostaggio>>.

\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Do not even mentioned, you stay connected here, she comes with me. When I have money, you will be free and not tied to>>. When he saw Frank Cosentino away taking with it, he tried to lash out. He tried to launch a kick but it was too far away, not even touched it. She heard him laugh and then saw him turn off the lights and close the door. He stood alone in silence, with the first rays of sun through the blinds and desperate.

When she saw him, he realized that this would be his only way of salvation. Blessed his habit of putting a glass of water on the bedside table before going to bed. He reached for the little that could be the right hand and grabbed him. He wanted to break it and use fragments to cut the rope. He tried to slam the glass against the table but the movements of the wrist were limited and the strength was not enough, he could not risk dropping it otherwise would have been useless, it would not be able to recover it. She knew what to do. He closed his eyes, then shook the cup, it was not easy, it took several attempts and a lot of strength. When he heard the "crack", he experienced pain, a shard of glass had injured. He looked out and saw blood on his hand, had to be quick otherwise it would be bled to death.

with your thumb and forefinger grabbed a shard of glass that was left in the hand, wrist bent as far as possible and began to cut. All that effort seemed unnecessary, the blood was red coloring of the cord and this, now wet, it was difficult to break. The forces were fading, he felt weak, the pain was tremendous and his head turned, he was about to faint again. He stopped, breathed deeply thought of Frances. Surrender meant condemn it. Both had recognized Claudio Cosentino, most likely would have killed them after reaching his goal, before Frank and he, in fact there would be no need, he would have bled to death.

tried again with all the strength she had, she felt pain, but clenched his teeth. When he saw the rope slacken the movement grew, there would have failed. It took ten minutes and when the right arm was free, was happy. To free his left arm took less than a minute, a few seconds to cut the rope linking his feet. He stood on the run, went into the bathroom, washed his wounds, then took a sheet with scissors and made a strip, the bandaged hand. The blood stopped. He was tired but free. Now he had to think about what to do.