It’s shiny, gleaming in every detail, as if it’s just been washed and polished. Kasper walks past it on his way to the headquarters building. The young subofficer who’s escorting him gestures toward the car as if to say, “Not bad, huh?” Then, without moving his head an inch, he whispers: “We found it yesterday with half a dozen other cars, Mercedes and BMWs, all top-of-the-line machines. The Roman Mafiosi treat themselves well.” Walking on, the subofficer shifts topics. “Your meeting will take place in the bar.” “In the bar. Of course.” The coffee bar in the ROS headquarters is located on an interior corner of the barracks, across from the main building. Informal meetings, the meetings where things are actually decided, often take place here. It’s a beautiful April day in Rome. Kasper has arrived a few minutes early, practically escorted by the joggers heading for Villa Ada, one of the loveliest public parks in the capital and home to the Carabinieri’s Talamo barracks.
