Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

A Perfect Idiot

man had chosen him after speaking with him and understanding that he was the right person, with l ittle l ight in his eyes, few smi les wasted on others, a kind of monster, a person who wouldn’t be stopped by legal obstacles and would take things to their conclusion. For the old Saud Bin, it was a matter of a vendetta, that was the essence of the thing. At the origin of every operation there was a banal feel ing of vendetta and, more precisely, of betrayal . An employee of Oberthur, one of the fourteen presses authorized by the European Union that printed euros for the Central Bank, a certain Patrick Dupont had escaped to the south along with Armine, Saud Bin’s seventh wife. It seemed that the other six, mistresses of female sol idarity, had covered for her when she fled and Saud Bin only became aware of it several months later. He was then able to have Dupont traced to Naples, where he’d taken refuge under the false name of Giovanni Lo Iacono along with the beautiful Armine, and he had him accused of the theft of the watermark paper and slammed into jai l , in Poggioreale, in a cel l shared with twelve other detainees. The old emir, destroyed by this amorous defeat, could have taken revenge the way most people do, becoming the betrayer, or shooting his wife and her lover, another coitus interruptus (by a bul let) and what was the probabi l ity of him hitting one in the back and the other in the face? Pretty smal l ,

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