"Always thought you'd return to Sicily, Spadano."
"So did I." The general nodded as he opened the pack of cigars, "The day the television showed the blown-up Croma at Capaci, my wife stopped eating. Virtually stopped talking to me. Said she'd never accompany me, said if I took a job in Sicily, she'd return to her little town in Lombardy with Chicco. Wasn't going to have her husband and her child murdered by the Mafia. Sicily didn't need another Falcone or Borsellino."
"Chicco?"
A proud nod towards a photograph on the desk top. "So here I am in Tuscany, looking after our cultural heritage."
Photo copyright: Publifoto 1992


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