Two papers lay on the table, the Corriere and the Provincia. He looked at the Corriere. The front page spoke of Moro, there was a photograph of his wife, there were long black columns of print reporting on the political debate. A conflict of values; the integrity of the state versus the physical integrity of a destroyed man.
No real news of Moro; no communiqué from the Red Brigades. But as Trotti read, trying to concentrate on the dancing lines of print, he was aware of a sense of disaster. Inevitable disaster.