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now on, any person who provides an alibi between 18.00 and 19.00 will indict themselves for aiding and abetting. The images speak for themselves."
    "Understood. Who will you send to make the arrest?"
    "Di Girolamo should be ready by then. I also called the mobile team who will be there in support."
    "Where did you say he lives?"
    “Along Via del Politeama.”
    The news of Michelle Riva’s arrest made the front page in the online editions of the newspapers. The Commissioner scanned the articles very carefully. When he was about to put on his coat and go home, Inspector Parisi entered his office without knocking.
    "Vincent, there’s a person out there who’d like to talk to you urgently."
    "Unless it’s absolutely necessary, I'm heading toward my car, Angelo."
    “I believe it’s absolutely necessary.”
    “And who is this person?”
    "He said his name is Tim Simons. His daughter lives in Rome, and she's Michele Riva's girlfriend."
    "Tim Simons? The famous American detective?”
    “I guess so. Should I ask him to come in?”
    “Wait, I'll sit down first. Okay, let him in."
    Mr. Simons looked the same as his pictures in the newspapers. Germano often read the American press, and he had to agree, at first glance, with what they said. The renowned detective wore light-colored pants, and a white Panama hat. He had a dark beard almost two inches long. The butt of a Toscano cigar protruded from his mouth, which was almost hidden by the beard.
    “Let me guess. Germano, right?”
    “And you must be the famous Tim Simons.”
    “Famous? I don’t think so. Maybe in the law enforcement world, but nothing else.”
    "What did you want to speak to me about?"
    "You see, Commissioner, Michele Riva is like one of the family. He’s been engaged to my daughter for many years, and we’re all very close. When I heard of his arrest I was shocked."
    “Honestly Mr. Simons, we were all shocked. We had many theories about the crime, but we didn't believe it was the son who killed his father. Especially after we were so confused about the suicide note.”
    “Are you talking about the farewell letter? The one that the newspapers are talking about?”
    "Yes, that's correct.  For the time being we're trying to establish how Michele convinced his father to write it. Or if the letter may have contained another meaning."
    “Is it possible to let me have a copy?”
    “To have a copy? Of what?”
    “A copy of the letter, so I can check it myself. Don’t worry Commissioner, I won’t steal your investigation, and I wouldn’t try to usurp your authority.”
    “What are looking for?”
    “A clue, any clue. I’m pretty much convinced that Michele is innocent, and I'd like to help.”
    “Well, I can see you’re not familiar with Italian officialdom. I'm afraid I need to remind you that you don’t have permission to work in Italy. Only in the United States.”
    "I realize that, and I know I can't investigate this matter. At least, not officially. Even so, I'm offering to help. You’re also American, Germano, isn't that right?”
    “Yes, but I've been living in Italy long enough to remember how it's done over the ocean.”
    "Right. Let me investigate Commissioner. I promise you I won't take the initiative without your permission."
    "Simons, I fully realize my refusal won't stop you. All I ask is this. If you find something, please let us know immediately. And of course, don't discuss anything with the newspapers."
    “That's clear, after all, we're both seeking the truth. I'll be pleased if you don't try to block me.”
    “No, Simons, I won’t do that, but...”
    “Understood. I’ll let you know if I discover anything.”
    “If you do, all you have to do is call the Precinct at any time. Ask for an appointment with me, that way I’ll understand. It's the best way.”
    “Don’t you worry Germano, I’ll do whatever works for both of us.”
    “I hope so. Is there anything else you need to tell me?”
    “Not now. Thank you for your