Metal Green Mercedes
‘It must have been before seven. And the car parked just outside.’
‘You recognised the car? It was a German car?’
She shrugged, ‘A big car.’
‘Did you see the number plates?’
She shook her head. ‘But it was the same car that tried to knock me over?’
She put her hands together and rubbed them, ‘It was a big car, Piero. I can remember that it was a big car.’
‘And you saw the two other man?’
Now she frowned. ‘The two other men?’
‘The same men who tried to run me over.’ ‘There were only two men, Piero. There was an older man.’ She nodded her head with conviction, ‘He got out of the car and he shook hands with the young man – poor thing.’ Again she nodded.