Jeff Carson - Foreign Deceit

“I know.”

They ate in silence for a few bites.

“It’s my job to make sure you are on that plane on Sunday.”

“Believe me, it’s in my best interest to be on that plane. It’s in a lot of people’s best interest for me to be on that plane.” He looked at her without moving.

“I am sorry. I know it must be so difficult. I…I also know that I have no idea how difficult it must be.” She forked a piece of pizza. “I think you have convinced Valerio about your brother’s death — about him being murdered.”

“Yeah? And what about you?”

“ I believe the evidence is looking like your brother was murdered. But you don’t need me to be convinced.” She leaned forward. “I’m just saying, if you have to go home without this situation being resolved, it would be good to have Valerio on your side. There are a lot of unseen forces at work here. Your brother’s situation has come at an interesting time in our station.”

Wolf furrowed his brow. “What does that mean?”

She dropped her fork with a huff, wiped her mouth, and looked to the ceiling. “Colonnello Marino is looking to be promoted out of the current position he is in. The Generali above him are choosing their next…successors, and he is well known to be on the top of that list. Only the top Colonnelli will be considered, and those top Colonnelli won’t have Americans coming in to question their investigations. If this gets out that you are here and somehow contributing to change the outcome of an already closed investigation, then that wouldn’t be good for him.”

“This case was going to be complicated anyways with the discovery of Rosenwald’s body.”

She nodded her head quickly and took another bite.

“I know, I know. I’m just saying everything is even more complicated now. The evidence points directly to your brother being responsible. The fact that Valerio has just stuck his neck out for you, as you Americans say, is very big. He is risking a lot by searching for this truck you saw last night.” She raised her eyebrows. “Because he is next in line for the position of Colonnello.”

“And right now it’s all tied up in a nice bow.”

“Exactly. Everything makes perfect sense. Your brother’s fingerprints are on the pipe, and it will look like a perfect explanation to Marino.” She swiped her hands against each other, another done and dusted gesture.

“Yeah, I know that. Only, it’s at the expense of my brother,” he said, shaking his head. “And my mother. I frankly don’t give a shit about Marino’s career.”

“Yes. I know. I don’t agree with it, I am just telling you what I know he is going to talk to me about this afternoon. Marino has been very angry and uptight the last month, and it gets worse with every passing day.” She forked another piece of pizza. “I know that he will not like our progress.”

They ate in silence for a minute

“What is it, election time or something for you guys?”

“Something like that, yes. Everyone is trying to keep their positions, or move up in the coming weeks and months. I do not know the exact time everything will happen, but change is in the air and everyone is well aware of it. It happens like this every year or two. Men and their power struggles…”

“Yeah,” he said. “And how about you?”

“Me?”

“How’s this big shake up going to play out for you?”

She scoffed and put her head down, forking another chunk of pizza into her mouth.

“What? You aren’t expecting to be moved up?” he asked. “You don’t have your sights set higher?”

She rolled her eyes and shrugged. “I do. We’ll see how things play out.”

“What position does Valerio hold?”

She pointed her fork at Wolf, then touched her nose with her index finger. “He is a Maggiore. How do you say?”

“A major?”

“Yes, a major. If Valerio moves up to Colonnello, it will likely shift a lot of others up in rank, opening a spot for an officer. I am young, and I am a woman. I don’t think I have a realistic chance.” She glared unfocused at the table. “But I am by far the best candidate in the entire station.”

“Good luck,” he said. “I hope you can beat out Tito.”

She paused mid-fork and glared hard.

They ate in comfortable silence for the rest of the meal, and he thought of home — thought about how he had to get the Sheriff on the phone. Not being there immediately after the incident with Connell was proving a PR nightmare.

Entrusting his future to the Derek-Connell-influenced-minds of others was killing him, especially since he’d lived his entire life not caring what others thought about him. Not that he treated people with disrespect; he just didn’t give a shit what they thought about him. Now he was on the other side of the world, unable to defend himself, desperately wondering what they thought of him.

“Thinking about home? Seems like you have much the same situation going on,” Lia asked him.

He sat back in the chair and wiped his mouth. “Yeah, it’s a bit more complicated, but essentially the same.”

“More complicated? I don’t believe it. Nothing is more complicated than Italian bureaucracy. Nothing.”

He plopped his napkin on the plate and sat forward, putting his elbows on the table. She matched the move, leaning forward conspiratorially.

“Let’s say you and Tito were up for the same job promotion.”

She shrugged. “That’s not a stretch. He probably is up for the same promotion. His father is a very powerful man.”

“Okay, okay. But how about if you knew a secret about him.”

“A secret?” She scrunched her face. “Like, what?”

“A secret that only you knew. That you can’t prove, but you know it to be true.” He scratched his chin and looked to the ceiling. “A secret that would make it very bad if he were promoted.”

“I do know a secret about Tito. He is an idiot. It would be very bad for him to be promoted.”

He leaned back and squiggled his right hand in the air to the waiter.

“Okay, okay. Sorry. What do you mean? A secret? I don’t get it.”

He leaned forward to his elbows again. “What if you knew he was a murderer?”

“A murderer?” she leaned back and laughed out loud at the ceiling — a high pitched natural lilt that drew the longing eye of every single man in the room.

She looked again at Wolf, who sat with serious expression unchanged.

“Okay,” she said. “And how would I know that?”

“What if he tried to kill you? What if he attacked you, and tried with all his might to kill you, but you got away?”

“Then, yes, that would be very bad,” she said confused.

She looked at the plate in front of her, then lifted her chin and looked wide-eyed at Wolf, mouth agape with realization.

“Can we have a look at that report now?” Wolf leaned back, letting the waiter clear the plates.

Lia pulled it from her bag. It was a thick red paper folder with a half inch of neatly stacked papers inside. She exhaled, swiped a smattering of crumbs on the floor and opened it up. The top of the first page had an ornate swords and shield letterhead. Underneath the logo was a series of cells with check boxes, some checked.

The police report was foreign in every aspect to Wolf, who was familiar with Rocky Points, Colorado police reports. He recognized his brother’s name, Johnathan Dennis Wolf . Apart from that, he may have been looking at a schematic for a nuclear bomb.

She turned the first page over and looked at the second, then turned back to the first page again. “I will translate.”

“Who wrote this? Was this Rossi?”

“No, this is written by Maresciallo Capo D’Angelo.”