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Chapter Eighty Three — Six Hours

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Ferraro called back in four.

Valeria was at the window eating a sandwich she had bought from the cafe downstairs and hadn't tasted when the phone rang. She answered before the second ring.

"Tell me," she said.

"His name is Senator Augusto Bianchi," Ferraro said. "Sixty-one years old. Twenty-three years in parliament. Clean record. No criminal associations on paper. No connection to any organized crime investigation ever." A pause. "He sits on the parliamentary budget committee. Has done for ele
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