Jeff Carson - Foreign Deceit

“Apparently your brother went out Friday night with a friend, came home, and the girl living above heard a noise. She said she was concerned after not seeing him all day Saturday, or Saturday night. They were supposed to have a date apparently on Saturday night. She became concerned mid-day Sunday and told the manager.

“The manager came with keys and opened the door, which apparently was difficult, because the keys were in the top lock from the inside. He somehow pushed them out and got it unlocked, then they found the body…uh, sorry, your brother.”

“Did you talk to the person he was out with that night? What was his name?”

“No, we did not. I do not know his name,” Rossi answered with a pained face.

Wolf furrowed his brow. “You don’t know?”

“No officer Wolf. The keys were in the lock, locked from the inside, with only your brother inside,” Rossi held out his hands with an apologetic look.

There was a small hole in the ceiling with a capped wire sticking out. He glanced at the floor and noticed a scratch on the wood veneer right below the hole in the ceiling. Wolf bent down and rubbed it. “This is where the chandelier fell and hit the ground?”

“Yes,” Rossi said. “He was underneath it.”

Wolf had heard the story over the phone. They walked in, found him underneath the chandelier, a leather belt around his neck still fastened to it. Drugs on the scene.

“Where did you find the cocaine?”

“There was a small bag here on the table, and residue on his nose. We have the bag in evidence.”

Wolf noted the shiny, clean table as he walked to the kitchen — a narrow alley off the main room, with another smaller balcony off of it. Stove burners glistened, the countertops shined. It was perfectly clean, obviously cleaned by the manager, not John.

The manager said something and Lia translated, “He says he cleaned yesterday. He emptied the trash, got rid of some food, and cleaned the debris up in the main room here.”

Wolf walked back to the main room and out to the balcony. They were high above the piazza, looking directly down on it from the third floor, otherwise known as the second floor European, with the ground floor as designated floor zero, he’d noted in the earlier ride in the tiny elevator.

A vast section of Lake Como was in view over the roof tops. Kite surfers and wind sailers still whipped back and forth. The air was fresh and crisp on the balcony. Not a bad place to live, bro.

Wolf went through apartment to his brother’s room in back. He opened the same type of floor to ceiling shutter doors on the balcony, revealing a completely different breathtaking view. The opposite side of the apartment overlooked a mass of the orange clay tile roof tops of similar height to the balcony.

Butting up against the balcony just to the right extended one of the clay tiled roofs. It looked like one could step out onto the rooftops and walk all the way across the city, if one didn’t mind the thirty-plus degree slope of the first roof here. He studied it hard, then craned his head over and looked up to the identical balcony above.

Ducking back in, he noted his brother’s room was sparse in furniture, just like the rest of the apartment. A queen sized mattress lay directly on the floor with no bedside tables. One reading lamp sat directly on the floor next to a few books. A flimsy looking wood table was tucked in the corner with a Macintosh laptop perched open atop it, a wireless router hooked into the wall.

Wolf went to the computer, swiped his finger, then pushed a few buttons. It was dead.

The small closet was filled halfway with hanging clothes, anal-retentively separated into different color genres.

Wolf raised his voice, “The girl upstairs, what was her name? Cristina?”

“Yes,” Rossi walked to the bedroom doorway.

“I’d like to go talk to her.”

“Let’s go.”

There was no answer at the door upstairs.

“How about the apartment below his apartment? What did they say? Didn’t they hear anything? The chandelier hitting the floor?”

“Nobody lives there,” Rossi shrugged.

“Okay, obviously this girl isn’t home. Do you guys know where she is? Where she works?”

“I do not know.”

“Did you question her on Sunday?” Wolf asked.

“I talked to her a little. I didn’t think to ask her a bunch of questions. Just if she heard anything. It was a tough time for her and she needed support. She was very upset. We called in a person, but she had disappeared before the…person could arrive.”

“A counselor?”

“Yes, a counselor. But she left before the counselor arrived.”

“Okay,” Wolf sighed heavily. “You didn’t ask her about drugs?”

They walked down the stairs to the outside of Wolf’s door.

“No. It really was not an interrogation. We were, dealing with the delicate task of…removing your brother’s body. Knowing what the evidence inside was presenting us, it was more a matter of comforting the girl.”

“And this neighbor?” He pointed to the only other door that was on his brother’s level. Number twenty one .

The manager said a few sentences, and Rossi took the reigns with translation, “They were gone, and have been for over a month. A lot of people go on vacation for August here, and they have been gone all of August, and all of September so far. They weren’t here.”

“Okay.” Wolf suddenly felt light headed.

The manager said something to Rossi and Lia while pointing at Wolf. He held up the keys and shrugged his shoulders.

Rossi began answering in the negative, then looking questioning at Lia, who looked skeptically at Wolf.

“What’s going on?”

“He is saying you can stay here if you like. The rent is paid for the month, and he can give you the keys,” Lia said.

“Thanks, that would be perfect,” Wolf took the keys from the manager’s outstretched hand. “What is your name?”

“Guiseppe.”

“David. Thank you.”

The manager showed Wolf the different keys for the gate and door locks, then left. They all looked at their watches, 5:38 pm.

“Is it too late to go see my brother?” Wolf’s body screamed for sleep, but he knew it was a luxury he would have to forego.

“I have to leave for other commitments,” Rossi looked at his watch.

Lia nodded her head, “The morgue is open twenty four hours. We can go right now.”

Wolf sat in silence on the way over to the morgue. Glancing at his watch, he did a quick calculation — Eight hours ahead , it was 10 am Colorado time. He’d been up since midnight Colorado time when the plane landed at 8 am local time, with a few hours sleep before that on the plane. So what did that mean? It just meant he was tired as hell.

“I’m sorry I was so angry earlier,” Lia said, looking at Wolf. Her tanned olive skin coupled with her luminous eyes in the subdued evening sunlight was startling to him, and he wasn’t easy to startle. He unconsciously rubbed his face, noting the long stubble — way past a five o’clock shadow.

“No problem. I would have been pissed too,” he said.

She shot him a suspicious look.

“I couldn’t tell if your boss was just a terrible English speaker, or a terrible bigot. I take it he’s a terrible bigot. ‘We have eemportant work to do and cannot spare officers, so I weel geev you Lia for two days,’ I believe he said. Yeah, that would piss me off too.”

Lia gave him an unreadable look and resumed driving.

“I know that what your boss thinks is important to you, and you think that he thinks he’s put you on an unimportant case. Obviously that pisses you off, and I’d be pretty angry, too. But, the thing is, my brother didn’t kill himself. I’m one hundred percent sure of that. So that only leaves one other option. He was murdered.”