The Opel was where he had left it in the morning. Trotti unlocked it - his head ached from too much coffee, and the back of his throat was sore - and turned on the engine.
A slight deflection of the barrel and it would have been his blood smeared across the ground.
He drove to the Villa Ondina. The Opel ran silently along the viale Rimembranza, while the head beams moved along the smooth tarmac between the cypress trees. He drove past Mussolini's villa, now hidden behind a copse of trees.