The Italian Job: On the Trail of a CIA 'Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight' From Milan to Washington

The situation, she says, is "delicate."
She lifts her espresso and smiles. Here, in the sleek, Italian chancery on Embassy Row, with soft autumn sunlight pouring into the palazzo-like atrium, it seems all wrong to talk about terrorism, kidnapping and torture.
And, as it turns out, she won't. The Italian press attaché has agreed to see me only because it is her job to show Italy's best face to American reporters and she does it well with a brilliant smile.
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WASHINGTON LIFE Magazine (12/18/2006)