And secondly, y killing him, the donations from foreign irregulars could :ry up. But if we were to kill him, or jail him, for that latter, they would have neatly sidestepped the responsiility. As far as they're concerned, the vial's a small price 3 pay if it means keeping the Red Brigades intact.'
Graham drank the remainder of his coffee and replaced ie cup in the saucer. 'I've got to hand it to you, Paluzzi, bu know your business.'
'That's why I was assigned to help you. I know how leir devious minds work. And Pisani's sending us their kost devious mind of all to help us find the vial. Calvieri.'
'I thought you said he was a moderate?'
'He is, Miss Carver, and that's what makes him all the tore dangerous. He and Zocchi were like chalk and
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cheese. Zocchi, the brash, arrogant radical who us violence against anyone opposing the cause. And CalvieJ the polite, mild-mannered intellectual. He speaks fiť languages fluently and has been in charge of their department for the past four years. At least with Zocc you knew what to expect. But not with Calvieri. It] impossible to know what's going on in his mind. It's wonder he's held in such high regard in the Brigades.'
'When do we meet him?' Kolchinsky asked.
'Eight o'clock at the Quirinale.'
Kolchinsky finished his coffee. 'Any news of the hel( copter that was used by Zocchi's killers?'
'Still nothing. But we are certain it wasn't a genuiii police helicopter. The markings on the fuselage were fals
'What about the wounded terrorist?' Kolchinsky asked
'Conte? He's still in a critical condition in hospital.' doctors removed eight bullets from his body. It's a mirac he's still alive.' Paluzzi took another sheet of paper from 1 pocket and handed it to Kolchinsky. 'The ballistics rep on the bullets taken from Conte and Nardi. They all car from the submachine-gun found next to Nardi's body. 1 was clean, so we can only presume that Ubrino had instru
'Grew up in the same slums as Zocchi. Believed passic ately in the cause from an early age. Zocchi recruited hir He started out as Zocchi's personal bodyguard but slow worked his way up through the ranks to his pres position of senior cell commander. That meant he wsi only answerable to Zocchi. We know he's been personalf p responsible for atleastfourmurdersandcountless kneecaj pings here in Rome but we've never had enough evide to make it stick. He's always had Zocchi to bail him out<
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I trouble.' Paluzzi glanced at his watch. 'I think we should go f if we're going to make the Quirinale by eight.'
Kolchinsky was the first on his feet and he led the way i out to the Peugeot.
A receptionist at the Quirinale Hotel told them that Calvieri had checked in less than half an hour earlier. She gave them his room number and they rode the lift to the
s third floor where Paluzzi rapped sharply on the bedroom door.
; Calvieri opened it and gestured for them to enter his room. He was a handsome 41 -year-old with finely chiselled features, piercing blue eyes and a neatly trimmed brown moustache. His long dark brown hair was combed away from his forehead and secured in a ponytail behind his head. He closed the door after them and stopped in front of Paluzzi. They each tried to stare the other out like two
I boxers before a big fight, both oblivious to those around
them. Kolchinsky was about to speak but Graham put a ; hand on his arm to silence him. The movement broke Paluzzi's concentration and he turned away sharply, furious with himself for allowing his feelings to surface so I easily. He introduced them to Calvieri. Kolchinsky and Sabrina shook Calvieri's extended hand. Graham refused. 'What organization do you work for?' 'That doesn't concern you, Mr Calvieri,' Kolchinsky | replied as he crossed to one of the armchairs and sat down. 'Let's just say we're working with
Graham drank the remainder of his coffee and replaced ie cup in the saucer. 'I've got to hand it to you, Paluzzi, bu know your business.'
'That's why I was assigned to help you. I know how leir devious minds work. And Pisani's sending us their kost devious mind of all to help us find the vial. Calvieri.'
'I thought you said he was a moderate?'
'He is, Miss Carver, and that's what makes him all the tore dangerous. He and Zocchi were like chalk and
55
cheese. Zocchi, the brash, arrogant radical who us violence against anyone opposing the cause. And CalvieJ the polite, mild-mannered intellectual. He speaks fiť languages fluently and has been in charge of their department for the past four years. At least with Zocc you knew what to expect. But not with Calvieri. It] impossible to know what's going on in his mind. It's wonder he's held in such high regard in the Brigades.'
'When do we meet him?' Kolchinsky asked.
'Eight o'clock at the Quirinale.'
Kolchinsky finished his coffee. 'Any news of the hel( copter that was used by Zocchi's killers?'
'Still nothing. But we are certain it wasn't a genuiii police helicopter. The markings on the fuselage were fals
'What about the wounded terrorist?' Kolchinsky asked
'Conte? He's still in a critical condition in hospital.' doctors removed eight bullets from his body. It's a mirac he's still alive.' Paluzzi took another sheet of paper from 1 pocket and handed it to Kolchinsky. 'The ballistics rep on the bullets taken from Conte and Nardi. They all car from the submachine-gun found next to Nardi's body. 1 was clean, so we can only presume that Ubrino had instru
'Grew up in the same slums as Zocchi. Believed passic ately in the cause from an early age. Zocchi recruited hir He started out as Zocchi's personal bodyguard but slow worked his way up through the ranks to his pres position of senior cell commander. That meant he wsi only answerable to Zocchi. We know he's been personalf p responsible for atleastfourmurdersandcountless kneecaj pings here in Rome but we've never had enough evide to make it stick. He's always had Zocchi to bail him out<
56
I trouble.' Paluzzi glanced at his watch. 'I think we should go f if we're going to make the Quirinale by eight.'
Kolchinsky was the first on his feet and he led the way i out to the Peugeot.
A receptionist at the Quirinale Hotel told them that Calvieri had checked in less than half an hour earlier. She gave them his room number and they rode the lift to the
s third floor where Paluzzi rapped sharply on the bedroom door.
; Calvieri opened it and gestured for them to enter his room. He was a handsome 41 -year-old with finely chiselled features, piercing blue eyes and a neatly trimmed brown moustache. His long dark brown hair was combed away from his forehead and secured in a ponytail behind his head. He closed the door after them and stopped in front of Paluzzi. They each tried to stare the other out like two
I boxers before a big fight, both oblivious to those around
them. Kolchinsky was about to speak but Graham put a ; hand on his arm to silence him. The movement broke Paluzzi's concentration and he turned away sharply, furious with himself for allowing his feelings to surface so I easily. He introduced them to Calvieri. Kolchinsky and Sabrina shook Calvieri's extended hand. Graham refused. 'What organization do you work for?' 'That doesn't concern you, Mr Calvieri,' Kolchinsky | replied as he crossed to one of the armchairs and sat down. 'Let's just say we're working with
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