Alessandro is still reticent

…

He paused by the front counter to talk to the manager who was running the desk now. Perhaps realising trouble was about to erupt in her hotel, trouble a hotel of this sort didn’t need.

She got a key from the office she came out of earlier and accompanied us to the mezzanine floor, unlocked a door to what was a small conference room and ushered us in.  She didn’t follow us in but closed the door behind us.  I did notice that Alessandro had two security staff follow us at a discreet distance.

In the time it took to get from the restaurant to the conference room, he had time to compose himself, and no doubt working on a story that I might believe.

He sat and gestured for me to do the same.  I thought about standing, it would nominally give me an advantage over him, but decided against it.

He gave me a hard stare, then said, “You tell me you are only called when the situation is serious.  Who are you?  I don’t believe for a moment you are a Detective Inspector.  They do not confront foreign natials at their table in a restaurant.”

“Believe it or not I am.  From time to time.  Who I am is irrelevant.  What is, is the whereabouts of your sister-in-law.  You were at the hotel when she arrived back from the Opera.  A matter of hours later she disappears.  Why were you here to see your sister-in-law?”

“If I tell you that is none of your business?”

“Let me tell you what I know about your business.  Firstly, you are associating with a woman by the name of Vittoria, who is allegedly responsible for two attempts in the countess’s life.  Secondly, the terms of the Count’s will pass the who of his possessions to you if the countess does not arrive at the law offices to sign the official inheritance documents.  Thirdly, you are on record saying quite vehemently that the countess should not, and will not if you have anything to do with it, inherit the family business.  Fourthly, had Vittoria told you that she had a daughter to the Count, and was blackmailing him until he died, culminating in the last attempt on the countess’s life.  Allegedly.”

Always, it was interesting to watch the expressions and responses of people when telling there a story that has a mixture of truth, supposition, and outright lies.  Alessandro was no different.  He started the story expressionless and was most likely going to stay that way.

The first response was when I mentioned Vittoria, with a look that wasn’t complete contempt, but a very deep dislike, though that might be for me mentioning her name.  I purposely didn’t say he was dating her, just associating, and it might also be at the mention of her name.

“Vittoria is, by the way, in London at the moment, and she is a person of interest in my investigation.  We know you have seen her several times in the last few days, so I will be talking to her at some point.”

The second response came when I mentioned the will, and that look was of surprise, whether he thought anyone know of the provisions other than family would be interesting.

“Am I under surveillance?”

“When reviewing the CCTV tapes during the time we estimate the countess went missing, and only via the CCTV in the hotel, in case the disappearance of the countess is not part of a wider attack on the Bernhardt family.  I notice you have your own security outside.”

“I would prefer they not accompany me everywhere, but it is necessary.”

“The countess’s security detail?  Are they still in the hotel.”

“Gone, with the countess, which is why I don’t think there is anything to worry about.”

“And if she doesn’t make it to the signing in five days?”

“Do you have any reason to believe she will not.”

“You have motive, and you had opportunity.  In my book that’s enough for me to have you arrested until you tell us what we need to know.  It’s the old story, if you have nothing to hide, you’d answer the question.  Stalling, dodging, and obfuscation only indicate guilt.  So, I will ask one more time.  What were do doing here after she returned to the hotel on the night of the opera, and where is she now?”

Another withering look in my direction, and he stood.

“I do not have to answer your questions.  Now, if you don’t mind, I have work to do.”

He headed towards the door.

“Fine.  You will not be leaving the hotel, and I suggest you call your legal representative.”  /I pulled out my phone and pressed speed dial.  When one of the two men below answered, I said, “Pick him up.  You know where to take him.”

© Charles Heath 2023

Cecelia and I make a plan

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Ceceilia had the need for a decent cup of coffee, not the wishy-washy stuff they had in the canteen.  I got tea, and very nearly ordered toast and marmalade.  It was a nostalgia thing, it was where Violetta and I had our first date, according to her.

“You’re looking a little distracted?” Cecilia said, sitting down after going over to the cake display and picking out a French pastry.

“I just had an old memory pop up.  Now it’s gone.  How did you get roped into this caper?”

“We’re both in Rodby’s bad books.  He wasn’t pleased with the way the Larry thing ended.  Did you ever get to see Juliet?”

“Once.  It might have been a thing, if she wasn’t aiding and abetting the man trying to kill me.”

“That does put a bit of downer on things.  I thought you had retired again.”

“So did I?  Seems Mrs Rodby was trying to do a bit of match making with an old school chum and didn’t know she’d end up in the middle of a family brawl.  I thought I was going to the opera as a plus one.”

“Well, I didn’t get to punish that producer, so you might get a call, after this gig.  What’s first?”

“Tea, and coffee.  Read the files, see what they tell us.”

It was clear she was like me, she hated reading papers.  It rarely matched the reality.

My understanding, an hour later, was that the brother the inheritance would go to if the countess went missing, was too obvious a choice for the guilty party.

What also piqued my interest was Juliet.  Again.  Yes, she was the daughter of Vittoria, the wronged and vengeful mistress, but she and her mother had been parted not long after that photo was taken and neither had seen the other since.

There was also the international lawyer’s assessment that the brother did not have the first claim on the inheritance, that went to either the spouse, or the first child of the count, whether it was by his legitimate wife, or not.  It was the first time I had seen a ruling where an illegitimate child could get anything, given how tightly some countries worded their inheritance rules.

But Vittoria was a nasty piece of work and probably was guided by some fortune-hunting half lawyer who had told her she had rights and interpreted it as meaning if the countess was no longer in the running.

The brother, on the other hand, was most likely oblivious to the fact his older brother didn’t have children, based on the fact that his brother’s marriage did not produce any heirs.  It was probably mentioned in the will that if there were no heirs …

A report from the surveillance team of Vittoria advised that she was spending a lot of time schmoosing Alessandro, possibly believing that he would, in the end, inherit a fortune, and if she landed that fish, well, there was going to be flow-on effects.

She didn’t seem to think that her long-lost daughter was a viable means of getting the fortune.  Yet.

“I think I’ll dress up and apply for a loan.”

“I don’t think it’s that type of bank.”

“They have branches.  It says so in the brief.”

“Merchant bank.  They handle much larger clients than mums and dads and small business.”

“Well, it was a good idea.  Perhaps I’ll just crash their circle of friends and ingratiate myself into their society.  I did an audition for a society bitch who was wronged and was going to kill the whole family.  It was an interesting role, but unfortunately, I didn’t look deranged enough.”

“A posh hotel, expensive clothes, an aloof manner, and, just a thought, you could set your cap for Alessandro.  If Vittoria is chasing him, maybe you could cut across her bow.”

“Do you always speak in idioms?”

“When I can.  Violetta never understood them and frowned at me all the time.  Sorry.  Bad habits never go away.”

“But a good idea.  I’ll insert myself into the surveillance team for a few days and them make a play.  You going to see your girlfriend?”

I can see she was not going to let go of that relationship, even if there wasn’t one.

“It might be interesting to see if she remembers her mother, or if she has seen her recently.”

“She’s going to think it a bit suspicious if you just turn up on her doorstep.  You’re going to need an angle.”

“Or just bump into her.  I said I was going to be in London.”

‘Right.  Do you know how big London is?  Running accidentally into her in Stowe-on-Wold would work, but not here.”

“Stowe-on-Wold?  What’s there?  Where is it?”

“Cotswolds.  I shot a few scenes there.  Memorable only for swimming naked in the stream.  Not my finest hour, but it paid well.”

I shook my head, trying to get that image of her out of my mind.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” I said.

© Charles Heath 2023