‘Yes,’ Marco Ferrara said, answering his mobile.
‘It’s me,’ the unmistakable gravelly voice of Luca Rossi announced. ‘I’m up in the village following the two targets. Where are you?’
‘In the car park halfway down the hill. What are they doing?’
‘Pretending to be tourists, as far as I can see. They looked at the castle from the outside, and they just walked into the church. I can’t follow them in there because it’s so small. What do you want me to do?’
‘Just follow them when they come out and tell me if they do anything you think is important. If they pay attention to an inscription or anything like that. Anything that might suggest they’ve found some kind of clue.’
‘Got it,’ Rossi said and rang off.