I wanted Hannah away from there and back home without delay, so Barzini pulled strings and got us seats on the flight to London that same afternoon.He took us out to the airport at Punta Raise himself in the yellow Alfa--me, Hannah, and Simone. Nino stayed home, the streets of Palermo still unsafe for him until his uncle had the chance to arrange matters. We had an emotional farewell."It was a great climb," I said."I know, like the English say, a piece of cake." And then he laughed. "Only in the end it turned out to be a bigger slice than I thought."At the airport, Barzini and I left the girls talking and moved out on the terrace for a final word. "Well, it was very interesting," he said."You can say that again. What do you think the authorities will make of it?""Simple enough. With an explosion like that, I'd say they'll assume some of Stavrou's old Mafia pals caught up with him.""And Moro and Bonetti?""They'll button up. No percentage for them in shooting their mouths off." He lit one of his vile Egyptian cheroots.
