Since my escape from that cell last night, I’ve been extremely careful. If that man with the blue-striped T-shirt sees me, the game will be up. That’s the man next to the tram, scanning the faces around him.
He might not look dangerous, but let me assure you: he is one of the KGB’s best trained agents. That’s why I grabbed Maria, the girl who helped me escape, in a passionate embrace. Two young people in love in Naples – who’d give them a second glance? Pretty soon the tram will cut off his view, and we’ll disappear in the narrow alley behind us.
“That’s him! Be careful now – don’t let him see us. We have to surprise him!” His whisper is barely
audible as he unbuttons the tunic. This may get rough…
“How can you be sure? He seems such a nice guy?”
“Look: he’s standing like that again. He always does that when he tries to hide.”
“You think he’s paranoid?”
“Completely delusional. He’s got this imaginary character, Maria, who always helps him. I bet he’s trying to hide behind her right now.”
“Okay. We’ll grab him while he’s watching the other side of the road. Radio the others to bring the ambulance and the straight jacket.”