The Lost Twin. Federico Betti

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      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 who used to assist with the injections of botulinum toxin as well as the rest of medical team that followed him since the very beginning.”

      “Could you please tell us the name of the nurse?”, asked Zamagni.

      “Her name is Daniela Rossi.”

      The two policemen inquired how to find her, then the agent Finocchi added: “Hence, the suspect could be one of relatives, although such assumption could seem very improbable. Right?”

      After such declaration, the agent crossed with the eyes of Zamagni and the dead boy‘s mother.

      “I didn’t mean to hurt anybody”, said immediately Marco Finocchi, “It’s only that I wanna exclude nothing, therefore we need to take also this version into consideration.”

      “As regards to what I’ve stated previously, what can you tell us about your husband?”, asked Zamagni.

      “He hasn’t been with us for some years”, replied back Marisa Lavezzoli, “I don’t quite remember how many years exactly have been passed. Do you really think that he is the murderer?”

      “As we said earlier, at least for now we’re trying to consider everything with no exception”, emphasized the inspector. “Does your husband have the keys of this apartment? ”

      “No”, responded the woman, “He never had the keys. He wasn’t with us when I and my son Marco moved to our current apartment.”

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