Chapter Eight
Hotel Dollabella, Via Petroselli, Rome – 1989
The hotel room was exactly how he had left it days before; even the maid hadn't moved anything.
He had left the villa quietly, leaving the bodies exactly where he had found them and wiping away fingerprints from areas that he was likely to have touched. When he was satisfied that he had left no trace, he had taken the VW van to get back into the city.
He had parked the van in a side street off the Via Del Quirinale, then took a taxi to drop him off a stone's throw from the Coliseum and from there, he walked the rest of the way back to his hotel. On the way into reception, he had been intercepted by the hotel manager who had wanted to know if everything was acceptable with his room. “Any problems? We are here to serve, Commenda
