The Lost Twin. Federico BettiЧитать онлайн книгу.
the very first approach would be decisive.
When decided to go and visit her sister-in-law, she saw no significant change happened since the day when she witnessed her sister-in-law with the son laid down dead on the floor.
On the way back home, she passed by her as usual, and went upstairs to her apartment, but once showed up at the door, she noticed that her sister-in-law was not so welcoming.
Once entered the apartment, Marisa immediately said: “I’d want to be alone.”
“You should do something to overcome this situation”, Carla advised her, “We both know that it has been a big shock, but now the Police is inquiring to find the murderer of your son and do justice for him. Meanwhile, you should think to do your best so that you can go back to normality.”
“And why would it really matter!”
“I can imagine it’s extremely hard for you, but you should do something. Have you ever tried to go out for a walk around?”
“No”, was the sharp reply of Marisa Lavezzoli.
“You need to try”, said Carla, “You should give courage to yourself in order to shrug off these thoughts. Unfortunately, only the idea that Marco won’t be back amongst us, is very hard even to me, but we cannot help but admit it, and it’s worthwhile to realise that your behavior is not helpful at all.”
“There are only words, what you’re saying, but now I remained alone, and all this due to an incident.”
“I’m fully aware that a petty thief may have come up here through the open window, but, what if he might have an unexpected sickness, and consequently the autopsy results could have proved to be wrong? Have you ever thought about it? It may occur sometimes that even doctors make mistakes, isn’t it so?”
Carla has pronounced these last words mostly in attempt to make her distract from the current situation, because she herself didn’t believe such words said to her sister-in-law.
Carla was convinced that something terrible had happened to her nephew, who perhaps was prompted to fight with a kind of murderer or thief without having the slightest chance to run away unharmed.
“I’m so sorry the problem remains intractable”, Marisa expressed her apologies, “But the situation is quite critical and believe me, I would get more exhausted before escaping from all this.”
Carla nodded.
“Now I’m going home”, she said at the end, realizing that it was time to go away and leave alone her sister-in-law. Perhaps it was better to take one step at a time, and for the moment, the right thing was to put the conversation to an end.
Marisa said goodbye to her sister-in-law, who left the apartment and went out into the street.
Having behind him several scenarios on the murder, Stefano Zamagni was aware that sometimes the most obvious motive was the true one, while in other cases the true motive was the the most unthinkable one.
Thinking back to what he’d witnessed in Mezzogori’s apartment before and what he’d already learnt about the family, the inspector didn’t know which way to turn.
Although the robbery attempt gone wrong was seemingly the less convincing motive, this shouldn’t be excluded a priori.
Setting aside the robbery attempt by a petty thief who enters forcefully the apartment, who else would be willing to want him dead? However, taking not into consideration the version of robbery, this was the very first question to raise in order to come up with the identification of murderer.
What about if the murderer has been a friend or relative of the dead boy, who for some reasons, could have got a dispute with the boy?
What about his father? Could be possible that he might have a role in this murder? Theoretically, he was not supposed to have the keys of the new apartment, as he had left away times before his wife and son moved to the current one, nevertheless nothing could be excludable indeed.
The above were merely some versions occurred to Stefano Zamagni and Finocchi’s mind meanwhile they were still reasoning on this case.
“Is there any news on his father?”, the inspector asked captain Luzzi.
“Not yet for the moment, unless he’s been found right now.”
“So, what is our next step?”, asked Marco Finocchi.
“First of all, we can go back to the mother to see if she’s able now to help us, then probably we’ll have a talk with other neighbours in the building, which may likely help us to get some more information”, proposed the captain, “Somebody could have heard or seen any kind of things that may appear useful.”
“So, we have to go back to that place”, said Zamagni finally. “Meanwhile we’re hoping to find the father as soon as possible.”
“All right”, concluded Giorgio Luzzi.
V
On the next day, Zamagni dhe Finocchi went back to Marisa Lavezzoli, hoping their visit would be much more successful than the previous one.
“Good morning, madam”, said the inspector, showing up at the front door of the apartment. The lady let them enter, then sat on the armchair inviting both of them to sit down as well.
“How are you feeling today?”, the agent Finocchi asked her.
“As usual, more or less”, she answered.
“Do you think you’ll be able to talk to us a little bit?”, Zamagni wanted to know, “More information is needed in order to come to a final solution of this case.”
“I’m not in good mood”, the lady clarified at once, “What would you like to know?”
“Any kind of information that could be helpful to us to move ahead with the inquiry and identify the murderer”, explained the inspector, “we’ve already made some assumptions based on those few facts we’ve acknowledged up to now, nonetheless, we still need much more information. Anything that you may tell us, is very welcomed.”
The lady nodded.
“For the moment, we consider that the version of robbery attempt and consequently, the fight between your son and the robber, is very unlikely to happen”, began to say Zamagni, “We’re focusing more closely on other motives, although don’t know yet on which element we should focus our attention.”
“I cannot figure out how to really help you. Nothing comes to my mind.”
The inspector nodded, then added: “Have you no idea of anybody else who could have had a reason to hurt your son?”
The lady didn’t speak at all.
“We really understand your state of mind now, but we need you to make a try.”
There was a short silence, and then the agent Finocchi pointed out the short time from the moment the lady left until she went back.
“Could have been someone who has organized this plan well in advance?”, the inspector asked the lady.
“Somebody who’s been very aware of my movements?”
“We can’t figure it out”, Marco Finocchi expressed his opinion, “We’re just making some assumptions. We need your help in order to have something more specific in our hands.”
“Would your son be capable to open himself the front door of the apartment, if seeing the door bell ringing?”, the agent Finocchi asked a question.
The lady shook her head.
“Ok”, said then the inspector, “It occurred to our mind that the murderer could have been a friend or acquaintance of your son who, for some reason, has got a score to settle with him.”
“My son didn‘t have friends. The only acquaintances of him were the nurse