Pastrini fell silent, clearly trying to process Albert's confusing answer.
"Anyway," Franz cut in, "you came here for a reason. What is it?"
"Ah yes. Your car is ordered for exactly eight o'clock?"
"Correct."
"And you're planning to visit the Colosseum?"
"Yes, the Colosseum."
"And you told your driver to leave through the northern gate, circle the walls, and come back through the eastern gate?"
"Those were my exact instructions."
"Well, that route is impossible."
"Impossible?"
"Extremely dangerous, at the very least."
"Dangerous? Why?"
"Because of the notorious Luigi Vampa."
"Who the hell is Luigi Vampa?" Albert asked. "He might be famous here in Rome, but I can guarantee you nobody in Paris has ever heard of him."
"You really don't know who he is?"
"Never had the pleasure."
"You've never even heard his name?"
"Never."
"Well, he's a bandit. Compared to him, all the other famous outlaws are just amateurs playing pretend."
