Gorilla sat in the little Fiat, fuming, his knuckles white with tension on the steering wheel. He"d been locked in traffic for the past ten minutes and time was running out fast for him. He could see the Coliseum in the distance; he almost felt like he could touch it, that"s how close it was.
The problem was that the traffic was backed all the way along the Via de San Gregorio, the result of a motor collision caused by the rain and the ensuing shunting of over a dozen vehicles had all but closed off most of the road. He had driven like the Devil from the church, throwing the small car around bends and speeding up on the long straight stretches. He had no idea of the roads he was driving down, or if he was even going the right way. Once or twice, he felt the rear end of the car sliding on
