“We sat quietly for a while, and as I gazed out over the terracotta-coloured buildings of Milan, images of Elisabetta flitted through my mind. And although I couldn’t help but think of her with sadness, the feeling was now tinged with a sense of relief – and, yes, happiness even – that I’d finally managed to get justice for her. And as a bonus I’d also cleared Ugo’s name and Falco’s legacy. Justice felt good, I thought.”