We braved the whipping rain that had suddenly struck the plains and drove to a small church, the longtime headquarters of Finale Emilia’s priest. Don Ettore Rovatti was an older man with a pleasant manner. He knew the case better than anyone. He’d followed it from the start. Meeting him was a real turning point. Don Ettore was the living archive of the trials and of everything that had been done, said, and written about them.
