by Jeff Carson
“Then after I saw a few things, well, it was obviously Rossi. Firstly, the shipping documents. I couldn’t read anything but the ports — the destination port was Genoa, Liguria, Italy and the source port Tenes, Algeria. The only other thing I could gather from them was the shipping company name, which was Fratello Importing or something like that.
“What caught my eye was Liguria. I read it, and remembered that as the place Valerio said his brother lives, working for the Guarda Di Finanza. Remember he said his brother bought a nice house in Liguria with his inheritance money?”
“Yes,” she nodded. “That’s where he lives. Liguria is the region. Genoa is the capital, where the port is. In fact, his brother lives minutes from Genoa.” She shook her head. “It was called Fratello Importers?”
“Yeah.”
She looked at him expectantly.
“What?”
“Fratello means brother in Italian.”
“Huh. That would have been nice to know at the time.” He stared for a beat at the ground, then snapped out of it. “But it was seeing Rossi talking to Cezar in the pub that clicked everything into place in my mind.
“And I thought, that could be a great cover story for a pair of brothers who were involved in smuggling drugs and actually wanted to enjoy spending the money they earned. ‘Our father died. It was an inheritance.’ Who’s going to call them out on that? Nobody.
“Of course, their father had to have been out of the picture the whole time. Otherwise, people would have been pointing fingers at them saying ‘Your dad died twenty five years ago, there’s no way he just left you an inheritance!’” Wolf took a sip of Coke. “Anyways, that’s what gave me the idea to check on Rossi’s dad.”
Lia stared deeply into nothing. “Our family always assumed their father just lived in Sicily, and that his parents were divorced. They never talked about their father. It was like a taboo subject.”
“It probably was. Rossi’s own wife didn’t even know about him. It worked out perfectly for a cover story…for a while.”
They ate in silence for a minute.
She looked at him with a wry smile. “How did you get Paulo to do that for you?”
“Simple. He didn’t do it for me. I just pretended like I was calling in the favor for you, like you were too busy to talk at the moment, and we didn’t want to bring it up to Valerio. You know, because it was a touchy subject. He seemed pretty reluctant, or suspicious, but I sealed the deal when I told him to just call you directly with the answer.”
She blushed and forked her pizza.
Wolf gave a shrug. “Any excuse to talk to you.” He put on a somber expression. “I wish I could say I’m sorry he’s dead. I know he was a lifelong friend. A friend of the family…” he let his sentence die unfinished.
“No. It’s okay. He was a shell of a person. A phony. Obviously the person I was friends with probably died a few years ago. Maybe a long time before that. He was probably just using me for all sorts of subtle reasons I can’t even imagine.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said.
They finished eating in silence. Wolf reflected on the vengeance Rossi afforded him, and the anguish he would be in now if he’d been a millisecond later with his shot. He silently apologized to his brother for not being a millisecond sooner.
Chapter 49
Wolf and Lia spent the rest of their Saturday in Marino’s office recounting the week’s events leading up to the harrowing demise of Detective Rossi.
Relief flooded him that evening in a crashing wave, allowing him a much needed release of grievous emotion, and to his surprise, his later date with Lia was the most enjoyable night with a woman he’d had in years.
They both slept at John’s, and Wolf found out that Lia Parente was a liar. She was vicious. And he told her so facetiously as they lie next to each other afterwards, completely spent.
The next morning she took him to the airport, and they hugged, and gave each other a soft kiss, knowing it was a long shot they would see each other again.
Wolf’s back pressed deep into his coach window seat as the 777 lifted from the ground. He looked at the receding clay tile buildings below and looked forward to seeing the mountains of Colorado once again. The thought of home raised his pulse.
As the plane popped through the low clouds into the clear blue yonder above, David Wolf squinted out the window, thinking about how the last six days had colluded to mercilessly change his life, bringing him to a wholly foreign land, and now back home with a dead brother. He closed his eyes to get some rest. Something told him it wasn’t about to get any easier.
Chapter 50
It was mid-afternoon Sunday, and Wolf swiveled on his heels in the Rocky Points Police Station dirt parking lot, taking in the view and sucking in the smell of pine.
Once again a storm loomed just behind Rocky Points Ski Area. The air shook with a continuous rumble as the sky pulsed behind the dark green curtain of hail and rain. Wolf could feel every hair on his body gently rising as the sky darkened.
Rachette pulled Wolf’s backpack out of the RPPD issue Ford Explorer and set it at Wolf’s feet. “It’s been raining every day since you left. That looks like a big one though.”
Wolf nodded. “Thanks for the ride again.” He picked up the pack, slung it over his shoulder and walked to the light of the open station garage doors, where his own RPPD Explorer had been parked for the week. Turning back, he tipped his buffalo-felt Stetson hat. “Oh yeah, and thanks for getting this back. I still owe you a hanky.”
“Yeah, no problem.” Rachette hadn’t moved from the side of the truck. “Hey, Sarge?”
Wolf stopped. “Yeah.”
Rachette looked over both shoulders and towards the garage, then stepped close. “You going to stick around if you don’t get the Sheriff’s appointment tomorrow?”
Wolf gave a half smile as the air around them lit up with a bright flash. Thunder crashed in under two seconds, but they stood unmoved. He let out a deep breath as a dollop of rain smacked the bill of his hat.
There was a funeral for his brother to be arranged, his mother to comfort, and, yes, either he or Sergeant Derek Connell was going to be appointed to Sheriff within the next twenty four hours — a moment Wolf had thought about each and every waking minute for the last two years of his life.
Wolf narrowed his eyes.
Rachette stared unblinking, shifting his weight side to side. It looked like he knew something. Something troubling.
Wolf turned and walked to the garage as the sky opened in a downpour. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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