Alessandro is still reticent
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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
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