Chapter 22

• The sleek black car moved soundlessly across the streets of Venice, into the part where the middle class citizens lived.
• Lorenzo watched through the tinted, bulletproof windscreen as some little children ran after the ride, their colorful dresses and long shirts flying in the wind after them as they ran. He could not hear their voices, but he knew that they were screaming or maybe, even singing a song.
• He wound the windscreen down and he heard their voices. They were singing an old native song about wealth and beautiful things. They were also screaming.