'Would you come with us, please.'

'Of course.'

As they walked off, Harry saw the first policeman ease the Uzi around, his right hand sliding to its grip. Immediately two more uniformed police moved in to walk with them as they crossed the terminal. Passengers moved aside quickly, then turned, looking back over their shoulders when they were safely out of the way.

At the far side of the terminal they stopped at a security door. One of the policemen punched a code into a chrome keypad. A buzzer sounded, and the man opened the door. Then they went up a flight of stairs and turned down a corridor. A moment later they stopped at another door. The first policeman knocked, and they entered a windowless room where two men in suits waited. Harry's passport was handed to one of them, and the uniforms left, closing the door behind them.

'You are Harry Addison-'

'Yes.'

'The brother of the Vatican priest Father Daniel Addison.'

Harry nodded. 'Thank you for meeting me…'

The man who held his passport was probably forty-five, tall and tanned, and very fit. He wore a blue suit, over a lighter blue shirt with a carefully knotted maroon tie. His English was accented but understandable. The other man was a little older and almost as tall but with a slighter build and salt-and-pepper hair. His shirt was checkered. His suit, a light brown, the same as his tie.

'I am Ispettore Capo Otello Roscani, Polizia di Stato. This is Ispettore Capo Pio.'

'How do you do…'

'Why have you come to Italy, Mr Addison?'

Harry was puzzled. They knew why he was there or they wouldn't have met him as they had. '-To bring my brother's body home… And to talk with you people.'

'When had you planned to come to Rome?'

'I hadn't planned to come at all…'

'Answer the question, please.'