The Discordant Note Read Free Page B

his formal deposition; about this matter, Inspector Di Girolamo told the gardener to follow him in his office where he would have handled administrative tasks.
    Parisi and Germano, on the other hand, headed to the commissioner’s office, in order to start and make the first hypothesis about the case.
    Before starting the conversation, the commissioner remembered he had to make a phone call; that’s why, after looking inside of his phone book, he picked up the phone and dialed a number; the communication immediately seemed too disturbed.
    “Hello”.
    “Do you hear me, Ferrucci?”.
    “Not that clear ... who is it?”.
    “It’s Vincent Germano, I need ...”.
    “Look ... the condominium meeting has been moved to the end of the month because of unavoidable commitments that I had”.
    “Ferrucci? I'm not calling you because of the condominium but as Commissioner ...”.
    “Ah ... Any problem in sending the shares?”.
    “Not that I know, however, the point here is not whether you are able to do your job as building administrator or not ... a very sad thing happened this morning and I need the recording from the camera that was installed at the beginning of the road, the driveway to the residence, I mean”.
    “I understand ... The company Fossi & Sons is dealing with it, you should ask them”.
    “Listen, Ferrucci ... this morning, Master Brandenburg was murdered, I do not have time to go to this Fossi, you call him, tell him to prepare the video and tell him to come to the police station; on his arrival, Fossi will find all the permissions of the Judicial Authority for that video, is that clear?”.
    “For God's sake ... You should give me a few minutes, Commissioner ...”.
    “Excuse me, but where the hell are you?”.
    “I am in Sardinia with some friends of mine, at the helm of a small boat”.
    “I see ...”.
    “The boat is not mine, Commissioner, however, I ...”.
    “Well, for one who always acts the poor-mouth like you do, a boat, indeed, seemed too much to me”.
    “My friends own it, however ...”.
    “For God's sake! Take that damn ship to the port and contact your representative to Fossi & Sons, tell him to let me have that video as soon as possible, end of story”.
    “It will be done, Commissioner”.
    “I hope so”.
    After closing the phone in a discouraged way, Germano told his colleague Parisi about the phone called he just had; he was about to add something when he was interrupted by someone knocking on the door.
    The commissioner invited Agent Fiorini to enter and make them aware of what was happening.
    “The interpreter’s here, Commissioner”.
    “Well, then, Angelo go with him into your office and show him everything we have, if he asked for a copy of the letters to examine them later, just allow him to make a copy, but hold the original”.
    “Okay, Vincent, I’ll come back downstairs later and let you know something more”.
    “Okay, see you later then”.
    After that Inspector Parisi and Agent Fiorini left, the commissioner was left nothing to do but wait, something that he did not like that much, to be honest, but that he found himself forced to do.
    He thought of soliciting Silvestri to have some anticipation about autopsy but he gave up, preferring to take advantage of that quiet moment to arrange his notes and add the latest information, in an attempt, unfortunately useless, to try to make sense of the murder.
    At the end, tiredness had the upper hand, the same weariness that Germano had tried to lighten that morning, before the murder of Brandenburg Ralf forced him to go back to work.
    When they knocked on the door, the commissioner wanted to look at the clock before uttering a single word, it was nearly seven o'clock in the evening and that meant that he had been asleep leaning against his chair for more than an hour.
    “Come in”.
    Inspector Piazza did not need to hear twice and went in; after a rather eloquent glance, Germano settled without much preamble.
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