'Quick, we must go,' he said to Michael. 'He's really angry. The girl's his daughter.' But Michael didn't move. He stared at Fabrizio and said: 'I want to speak to him.'
Fabrizio quickly drank some wine, picked up his gun and went inside to bring the man to Michael. The cafe owner appeared with two young, strong-looking men at his side. They were his sons. He looked down at Michael without speaking, a hard look in his eye.
Michael spoke to him quietly. 'I'm sorry if I made you angry,' he said. I'm an American hiding in Sicily. My name's Michael. You can tell the police, and make a lot of money. But then your daughter would lose a father instead of getting a husband. With your agreement, I would like to meet your daughter. With all respect.'