“Ah, Capitano Rhyme,” Rossi said, his face twisted into a troubled smile, “this makes sense: Ibrahim and Gianni are not terrorists at all but soldiers of fortune.”

Rhyme said, “They were hired by someone on the political right, here in Italy, to recruit asylum-seekers to carry out terrorist attacks. Not for any ideological reasons but just to make the case that refugees pose a threat. It’d be used as ammunition by opponents of the new measure that your parliament’s considering, about relaxing deportation.” A chill laugh. “Seems you got played, Charlotte.”

She said nothing but gazed at the article with a stunned expression.

“Cristo,” whispered Ercole.

“We thought it was curious,” Charlotte McKenzie said, “Ali Maziq and Malek Dadi were the actors. Neither of them was radicalized. They had moderate, secular histories.”

Rossi offered, “They were coerced, forced to go on their missions.”

Amelia Sachs was grimacing. “You know, I was thinking when we heard the story about the planned attack in Vienna—the consulate general mentioned a half kilo of C4. Dangerous, yes. It could cause fatalities, but not a massive explosion.”

Rhyme added, looking at McKenzie, “In Milan too. Didn’t you say, in the warehouse, it was just a half kilo?”

Dismay on her face, McKenzie said, “Yes, yes. Of course! Whoever hired Ibrahim and Gianni didn’t need to kill a lot of people. It was just to show that terrorists could be hidden among the refugees. And that would scare parliament in Rome into rejecting the proposal.”

“So who is the mastermind? Behind the plan?”

Spiro looked at Rossi and shrugged briefly. Rossi said, “There are many who would oppose making immigration easier or deportation harder. The Lega Nord Party, of course, which opposes our being in the EU and accepting refugees. There are others as well. But for the most part those movements are regular political parties not given to violence or illegal activity like this.”

Spiro’s eyes gleamed coldly. “Ah, but there is also Nuovo Nazionalismo. The New Nationalism.”

Rossi nodded. He seemed troubled at the mention of the name.

The prosecutor continued, “The NN does advocate violence against immigrants. And the movement has boasted they have infiltrated governmental institutions. I wouldn’t be surprised if a senior NN official hired Ibrahim and Gianni to carry out this plan.”

Rhyme’s attention then slipped to Ercole Benelli, who was gazing at a blank wall, troubled.

“Ercole?”

He turned back to the others. “There’s something that occurs to me. It might be nothing…” He paused. “No, I think it is something. Most definitely it is something.”

“Go on,” Spiro said.

Ercole cleared his throat: “Your spy,” he said to McKenzie. “Hassan, or Ibrahim, told you there were three plots, not two. Vienna, Milan and another one. Correct?”

“Yes, here in Naples. But Khaled Jabril was thoroughly interrogated and he knew nothing of any attacks. That was the failure of intelligence I mentioned. It was a mistake.”

“No, no,” Rhyme whispered, understanding Ercole’s point.

The Forestry officer continued, speaking in an agitated voice, “But mistake is impossible. If Ibrahim reported three attacks, there had to be three attacks because he’d arranged all three of them himself!”