Chapter 73

           GuntherGlickflooredtheBBCvan’sacceleratorandswervedthroughtrafficashetailedthefourspeedingAlphaRomeosacrosstheTiberRiveronPonteMargherita.NormallyGlickwouldhavemadeanefforttomaintainaninconspicuousdistance,buttodayhecouldbarelykeepup.Theseguyswereflying.

           MacrisatinherworkareainthebackofthevanfinishingaphonecallwithLondon.ShehungupandyelledtoGlickoverthesoundofthetraffic."Youwantthegoodnewsorbadnews?"

           Glickfrowned.Nothingwaseversimplewhendealingwiththehomeoffice."Badnews."

           "Editorialisburnedweabandonedourpost."

           "Surprise."

           "Theyalsothinkyourtipsterisafraud."

           "Ofcourse."

           "Andthebossjustwarnedmethatyou’reafewcrumpetsshortofapropertea."

           Glickscowled."Great.Andthegoodnews?"

           "Theyagreedtolookatthefootagewejustshot."

           Glickfelthisscowlsoftenintoagrin.Iguesswe’llseewho’sshortafewcrumpets."Sofireitoff."

           "Can’ttransmituntilwestopandgetafixedcellread."

           GlickgunnedthevanontoViaColadiRienzo."Can’tstopnow."HetailedtheAlphaRomeosthroughahardleftswervearoundPiazzaRisorgimento.

           Macriheldontohercomputergearinbackaseverythingslid."Breakmytransmitter,"shewarned,"andwe’llhavetowalkthisfootagetoLondon."

           "Sittight,love.Somethingtellsmewe’realmostthere."

           Macrilookedup."Where?"

           Glickgazedoutatthefamiliardomenowloomingdirectlyinfrontofthem.Hesmiled."Rightbackwherewestarted."

           ThefourAlphaRomeosslippeddeftlyintotrafficsurroundingSt.Peter’sSquare.