The sun was burning mercilessly. Most vacationers moved from their sun loungers to the tables of numerous cafes or to their hotel rooms. For the height of the tourist season, the beach looked deserted. The blood-red Competizione pulled into the parking lot in front of the beach at exactly noon. The attentive eye of a person well acquainted with the cars of the legendary Italian brand would certainly catch several characteristic differences of this specimen. A young man emerged from Alpha. Carefully closing the door, gently stroking the shining contours of the graceful hood with his very fingertips, he headed straight to the water.