The Villa Ondina had belonged to Agnese's father who had made a fortune in pharmaceutical products for cattle. An unsmiling man, he had died ten years earlier. His wife, equally unsmiling and a devout Catholic in her last years, had waited seven years before following him to the family grave in Brescia.
Trotti undressed. His clothes were stiff with blood. He put them all in a plastic bag and tied the bag with a piece of string.
(Trotti had recognised the photograph.)