»Stay calm, Loretta, I’ll call for help.«
He wanted to leave again but she held on to him and with the last strength she had, she pulled him down to her, close to her mouth.
»The list,« she whispered, weakly and barely audible.
»Which list, Loretta?«
»The list! … It does exist! … Prophetia de summis … pontificibus. … Apocalypsis … I would have loved … to …«.
She looked at him with glassy eyes and her lips formed another word… then her hand went limp.
Peter was devastated as he looked at the dead body of the beautiful and vivacious American woman. Numbly, he stood up and looked around. Only then did he discover that Loretta had written something on the floor in her own blood. It was barely legible. But just as he wanted to take a closer look at the three smudged numbers, Peter heard the voice of a man behind him, yelling something in Italian. Even before Peter could turn around, two carabinieri threw themselves on top of him and pushed him violently to the ground.
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