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Capitolo 6
Magnificent, barely described the view from the balcony that overlooked the water. It was a top level riser. The entire city could be seen. The perfect place for a hawk to have an edge on the population that scrambled about below running from place to place. Sounds floating up in the air were so much more than a mix of traffic, people, and music; it was the definition of Italy. It could only make a native feel like home.
The native Italian nursed the cup of burning tea while taking in the view. The air wasn't stuffy, even though the heat had increased. Only a slight breeze rolled through ruffling the newspaper sprawled across the little table. The sun had just risen not too long ago, waking the slumbering town. It peaked through the light clouds, allowing the Italian to view every nook and cranny below him.
Pleasant was too simple of a word to describe the emotions felt. Content is a more encompassing description. There were no more worries for the rest of the day, so the problem-free philosophy would be ringing true. He was exalted.
A burden had been weighing on his shoulders most recently. With no desire to get emotionally worked up, he focused on other things in the world. The day was fresh and so much could be accomplished. First the paper needed to be read. Then, check online for recent and important articles. Run some errands, take care of business, and finish reading the book of the week.
Lost in thoughts and dreams, a knock on the terrace door continued for quite some time until it was acknowledged. The man resituated himself and flattened his collar before asking, "Chi è?" (Who is it?)
A rough, "It's me sir," was the reply.
"Come." The terrace door opened to a burly man who was elegantly dressed with a concealed weapon at his side. He faced the seated man glancing over the paper. "What do you believe the weather will be like today?"
"I hope that it will be pleasing overall, sir."
"Very well, I believe it will be."
"Have you heard anything from Louisa?"
"No, sir I have not. She is apparently still unavailable."
"Of course she is, always unreachable when needed to be reached."
"Yes that does seem to happen regularly."
"I know, I just said that. Now, why are you here?"
"It's about the boy sir."
"The boy?"
"Yes, the blond one. I believe his name is …"
"Don't say it!" the man quickly cut his associate off. "Well what is it?"
"Apparently sir, they did not dispose of the boy correctly."
"WHAT?"
"Sorry sir, I thought they handled it."
"Well, apparently not. You will never use these despicable associates again, correct?"
"Yes sir. I mean of course sir. I will never ask of their assistance again."
"Very well, now, how did this happen?"
"Someone took him before we could return. He's not at any hospital or the embassy."
"I can only assume you are able to rectify this situation Simon."
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, well then good day."
"Sir…"
"I said good day!" the man said fiercely, trying to keep his anger in check. This was not going to ruin his perfect day.