Chapter 34

“Yes, ConteMarco,” Modesto said. “One of the villains opened fire on the driver and another one tossed a bomb under the van—fortunately a very small bomb. It exploded under and just to the rear of Dr. Rosati’s seat.”

“And the gun battle?” I said.

“Everyone in the lead car and the following car attacked the villains, and I’m sorry to say that two of them got away.”

“Did any of them survive?” I said.

“Sadly, no, except for the ones who fled.”

“Sadly?” Dr. Zaccaro said.

“SignorDoctor,” Modesto said, “dead men cannot be questioned.”

“Ah.”

“Thank you, Dr. Zaccaro,” I said. “Let’s go to that lounge, Modesto. I want to hear everything—in detail.”

Stefano caught up with us in the lounge. He, too, was wearing scrubs, and he was anything but a happy camper. “Are you all right?” he said.

“I’m about as all right as you look,” I said. “Have you seen yourself in a mirror?”

“Not yet,” he said.