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A Murderer's Enigma
A Murderer's Enigma
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An ambiguous investigation for Commissario Vincent Germano, who is forced to proceed, ever more precariously, along the all too slender thread that separates the victim from the killer.

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LanguageEnglish
PublisherBadPress
Release dateJan 1, 2019
ISBN9781507137208
A Murderer's Enigma
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Claudio Ruggeri

Claudio Ruggeri, 30岁。出生于Grottaferrata (罗马)。现为从业人员,前裁判员。他遍游各地,在美国呆了很久,2007年回到意大利。写作是一直以来他的最大爱好。

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    A Murderer's Enigma - Claudio Ruggeri

    A Murderer's Enigma

    Claudio Ruggeri

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    Translated by Melanie Rutter 

    A Murderer's Enigma

    Written By Claudio Ruggeri

    Copyright © 2016 Claudio Ruggeri, Cover Image: ©Kevin Rosseel

    All rights reserved

    Distributed by Babelcube, Inc.

    www.babelcube.com

    Translated by Melanie Rutter

    Babelcube Books and Babelcube are trademarks of Babelcube Inc.

    Author’s notes

    This book is a work of fiction.

    Any reference to actual events and/or persons who really exist, should be considered strictly coincidental.

    Contents

    Amalfi Coast, May 17 2012

    May 18

    Milan, April 2010

    Amalfi Coast, May 18 2012

    May 19

    May 20

    May 21

    May 23

    Cemetery of the First Gate, Rome, 23:00

    May 24

    May 25

    May 26

    May 27

    May 28, Police Station, 08:00

    Amalfi Coast, June 2 2012

    Amalfi Coast, May 17 2012

    It was already evening, the light from the street lamps lighting up the long and uneven lanes that marvelously intersected each of the small towns along the coast.

    The sun, accustomed to slipping away behind the mountain shortly after lunchtime and not reappearing until the following morning, managed to color the afternoon with shades and tints too difficult to describe, as wonderful as they were. 

    Admiring this sight, leaning on the railing of his terrace, stood Commissario (Inspector) Germano, who was spending a short few days’ vacation with his family near Cetara.

    He and his wife, Arianna, had purchased this apartment only a few months before, when, in passing through one of the many villages in the area, they had noticed the "for sale" sign, and their curiosity had been aroused.

    The apartment was on the third and top floor of a construction probably built shortly before the Second World War. As the house was in need of renovation they had managed to get it for a bargain price, and Germano, though he kept quiet about it, was already dreaming about how wonderful it would be to live here when he was no longer a detective.

    For now, he would have to be content with occasional weekends. They were always special however, these sea-view weekends, as he liked to call them. 

    A rumbling in his stomach reminded him of the paccheri, which, seasoned with the fresh fish he had personally chosen that same morning, was in danger of being overcooked.

    He had just finished setting the table, with the help of his son, Luca, when he heard the front door closing.

    I’m home! 

    "Right on time, Arianna. The paccheri will be ready in minutes. Did you find what you were looking for?". 

    Not really. The swimsuit I’d seen yesterday had already been sold. But I found an even nicer one instead... 

    Let’s see... 

    Here it is... 

    Arianna took it out of the plastic bag and held it up to show her husband what it would look like on. Germano almost started laughing, but to avoid dampening his wife’s enthusiasm, he pretended to be pleased.

    No sooner were they all sitting at the table, apart from the twins who were fast asleep in their parents’ bedroom, when a phone started ringing. Since it could not possibly belong to the Commissario, who never switched his phone on during vacations, the ring could only be coming from his wife's bag, lying around somewhere in the living room. 

    That should be my cousin. She told me she would call...

    "Well don't be too long, otherwise the paccheri will go cold...".

    I’ll only be a minute!  Yes...hello?

    After a while Germano started to eat. No longer able to hear his wife speaking he assumed the conversation was already over. However, after a couple of minutes Arianna called him back to the kitchen, the cell phone in her hand, her eyes wide open.

    It’s for you, Vincent.

    The Commissario, a little surprised, put the phone to his ear. 

    This is Germano....

    Hello Vincent. It's Gianna.

    Hey, Gianna. It’s been a while....but how...?.

    Yes, I’m sorry. But I've had Arianna's number for a long time....something terrible has happened. 

    Terrible? What?

    My father died a couple of hours ago.....

    Dear god..

    I found him in the vineyards. A heart attack or something like that.

    I’m away from Rome on a short vacation right now....what awful news.....

    He didn’t show up for lunch, so around four in the afternoon we went to look for him. I went into the vineyard and found him there....

    I understand. Try to stay calm, even though I know it's not possible...

    I already spoke to your colleague at the station. De Giri...De Giari...

    Di Girolamo.

    Yes. That was the name. The ambulance came also, but all they could do was confirm the death. It was horrible to see him there on the ground, Vincent.

    What a dreadful shock. I’ll come over as soon as we get back.

    I’m counting on it. I’ll let you go now. I’ve already disturbed you enough.

    You’re not disturbing me....I’m sorry for your loss....I’ll see you soon.

    Goodbye Vincent

    When he hung up the phone, the Commissario met his wife’s gaze. She was staring at him, scrutinizing him. He decided to relieve the tension.

    What a tragedy! 

    What tragedy, Vincent?

    How would...?  But you didn't talk at all when you were on the phone?

    She said she wanted to speak to you; that something terrible had happened. So I don’t...

    Gianna's father is dead. She found him herself in the middle of the vineyard. A heart attack.

    Oh my god!...When are they holding the funeral?.

    You know, I forgot to ask her that....but she said she also called the station. She must have spoken with Di Girolamo. Maybe I’ll ask him. In fact I’ll call him right away.

    Half the paccheri was left over on both plates, although to Germano it now no longer mattered so much. Going into the living room, he picked up the landline phone he’d had installed a few days before, and called the office.

    Police station...

    It's Germano.

    Hello Commissario. It's Venditti.

    Hey Marco. How you doing?  May I speak with Di Girolamo?

    I’ll put you through. So long.

    See you soon.

    The Inspector answered almost immediately.

    Di Girolamo.

    It's Germano.

    Hello. Everything OK Commissario? 

    I’m fine, yes. Except that a few moments ago I got a call from Gianna Venturi and found out that her father, Franco, was dead. It’s just that I forgot to ask her when the funeral is. She told me she had spoken with you and it occurred to me that... 

    You did good. Except we don’t know when they’re holding it either. I’ll try and find out and let you know. 

    Thank you.

    Forget it. See you soon.

    He knew nothing? 

    No Arianna. Unfortunately they don’t know anything at the office either. They’ll find out and let us know.

    What a devastating blow. I mean...finding your father dead

    It must have been a shock. I’ll call Angelo and tell him to go visit Gianna. Maybe she needs something... 

    "Vincent, at least wait until they’ve had the funeral. Maybe right now the last thing she

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