The light of the moon reflected off of the now black water as it rested high in the sky. It was almost midnight and all of Ragusa was sleeping.

Well, all but one certain Italian.

Back at the hotel, Arnaldo was leaning on a balcony with his shirt removed and smoking a cigarette. He blew a small cloud of smoke from his lips and he watched as it flew into the sky. He looked down at fountain by the entrance and saw how some of the staff were leaving work and driving back ...