He didn’t answer. The plan was simple: explosives on the stone arch bridge a mile below the village. But the detonator was in the church sacristy, and the Germans had turned the piazza into a staging ground. Someone would have to go down there.
Marco leaned his forehead against hers. Outside, a truck engine rumbled in the piazza. Per Chi Suona La Campana.pdf
“Don’t turn around.” Elena’s voice, low and fierce. “I followed you. You weren’t coming back, were you?” He didn’t answer
