Chapters (60)
- Praise for the novels of Peter Pezzelli
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- EPILOGUE
Afterwards, when he had finished checking in and dragged his duffel bag to his room, Carter had collapsed onto the bed and promptly fallen fast asleep despite the steady thrum of traffic below his window. It was just past sunset when he awoke sometime later, opened his eyes, and assessed the interior of his room for the first time. It was a clean but drab affair he found, sparsely furnished with a bed, a night table and a lamp, an armoire, and a small bureau. There was no television, and the telephone could only call the front desk if one wished to get an outside line. The air in the room was still and rather warm, but there was no air-conditioning. The only ventilation came from the window, which at the moment was shuttered closed. Carter recalled that Giancarlo had once advised him that he should not to be too surprised if he discovered that the hotels in Italy were not quite the same as those in America. Now he understood what his professor had meant.
Feeling a bit grimy from the long plane ride, and completely out of sorts from the time change, Carter had decided to take a shower to see if that would perk him up a little.The cramped bathroom had no shower stall, or curtain for that matter, but only a drain in the tiled floor and a showerhead protruding from the wall opposite the toilet and sink. It was an odd space, but Carter had nonetheless felt himself revive as he let the water rain down on his head. When he was done, he took one of the large bath towels hanging on the rack and rubbed it across his body. Curiously, the towel’s coarse fabric did not seem to absorb any water, and so Carter wrapped it around his midsection, walked out into the room, and nudged open the shutters.There he stood for a time, letting the air rush in and dry him off, while he beheld Rome for the first time.
In truth, there was not a great deal for him to see. From all indications, the hotel was not located in a particularly picturesque part of the ancient city, but it appeared to be a safe enough neighborhood, and at least the traffic had finally eased. Eager to get outside and take a walk to check out his surroundings, Carter had dressed quickly, grabbed his tourist map, and headed out the door.