The Discordant Note Read Free

completely empty, and to the dresser, which instead seemed to finally give a direction to turn to.
    In the second drawer there were, almost maniacal arranged, four rows of hand-written letters received by Ralf Brandenburg during the last ten years, at least that was the impression both the inspector and the commissioner had at a first glance.
    They were immediately taken by Agent Venditti to Germano’s home, then placed on the dining room table, already cleared of the rest.
    At that point the commissioner left Parisi and two other men to continue the search as he walked outside, already with the phone in his hands.
    “Hello ...”.
    “Hi Piazza, it’s Germano”.
    “Hello, Commissioner”.
    “Hi ... listen, we're still here on the place where the music teacher was murdered and I think we will stay here at least
    until mid-afternoon, you should loan me a little bit of the work I have to do, by starting to prepare the papers to get the printout and password of any e-mail account the deceased had ever  used ”.
    “Okay, I need you to repeat again the name, Commissioner ...”.
    “Ralf Brandenburg, have you written or want me to spell it?”.
    “No, I got it; was he German, right?”.
    “Yes, Piazza, though he lived in Italy at least fifteen or twenty years, you should be able to find something to work with”.
    “I see, Commissioner, I will keep you updated then”.
    “Okay, Piazza”.
    At that point, Germano closed his cell phone and took the way up to the first floor of the house but was suddenly stopped by Parisi, when he was already halfway up the flight of stairs; the inspector, indeed, had already completed much of the work of research there and suggested to the commissioner not to spend more time up there, at least not for the moment; they already seemed to have enough on their plate, indeed.
    The group of police officers, consisting of Germano, Parisi, Venditti and Inspector Di Girolamo, reached the house gate and then walked towards the commissioner’s dwelling; after closing the door behind them and placing the various objects they had taken from Ralf Brandenburg’s room on the table, Germano’s team began to inspect them one by one.
    The first thing that jumped to the eye of the commissioner was the incredible amount of correspondence that the Master received and, therefore, sent.
    Germano remembered he had thought before that such an amount could have been more than ten years of private communications that a single person normally receives; instead, according to the dates given on postage, those two or three hundred letters were at most a couple of years old.
    The letters came mainly from Italy, except for a few greeting cards sent from the United States and some handwritten letters from Germany.
    Germano picked the five letters in German and verified that the sender was always the same, a woman called Corinna; the calligraphy denoted the young age of the girl.
    The commissioner started to update its notebook with some of the latest information but was distracted by Inspector Parisi.
    “Found anything, Vincent?”.
    “Maybe, some of these letters, five to be specific, were written in German and the writer is a woman named Corinna; I think she must be quite young”.
    “I see ... do you think we should bring them to the station?”.
    “Definitively, Angelo; meanwhile, also ask the headquarters to send us an interpreter of German, I'm curious to know what they say”.
    “Okay”.
    “What about you?”.
    The first to answer was Inspector Di Girolamo.
    “Nothing special, Commissioner, a lot of formal correspondence, exchange cards, contracts and agreements, and even some letters from admirers who must have thought that the best way to express their feelings was to write him a letter”.
    “Okay, Giulio, keep the letters from admirers, they could turn out to be useful”.
    “Okay ...”.
    “Something's wrong, Giulio?”.
    “No, no, Commissioner, I was just thinking that there are people who have