bill, and maybe thatâll stop it from happening!â called the man in the jumpsuit, and he and his friend shared a hearty laugh.
But Rocco remained straight-faced, leaning against thewall, lost in thought. âHoly shit!â he said, between clenched teeth. âIâm an idiot! Why didnât I think of it? What a shitty profession this is!â Cursing, he left the game room before the astonished eyes of the two pool players.
âALBEâ, TELL ME THAT WHAT IâM THINKING DOESNâT hold up!â
âRun it by me again, Rocco,â said the medical examiner, as he leaned over Signora Baudoâs corpse.
âWhen I walked in, I switched on the light. And it short-circuited. So that means it was turned off before, right?â
âOkay, Rocco, Iâm with you.â
âObviously, when she fell the poor woman yanked loose a couple of wires. When I flipped the switch I caused a short circuit. What does that mean? That she hanged herself in the dark. How did she do it? She lowered the blinds, fastened the noose, and let herself drop?â
âThat doesnât make any sense at all,â said Fumagalli, âand so?â
âSo it must mean there was someone there with her. Whoever it was must have lowered the blinds after she hanged herself. Jesus fucking Christ!â Rocco cursed through clenched teeth.
âAnd listen,â Fumagalli said, âas long as youâre here, I have something else to point out. Look at this.â He pointed to the victimâs fair skin.
They walked over to the corpse, which Deruta and Rispoli had lowered to the parquet floor. âThe cable is too thinto leave a bruise like that. You see it?â Alberto Fumagalli pointed to the purple stripe on Estherâs neck. It was a couple of finger widths wide. âWhen the cable dug into the flesh, it just left a narrow stripe; you see it? In other words, it wasnât this cable that strangled her. That much is clear. And did you get a good look at her face?â
Rocco sank into the leather armchair in the den. âOf course. She was beaten up. Do you know what that means?â
Fumagalli said nothing.
The deputy police chief continued with a low rattle, from the chest, a distant sinister gurgle like a rumble of thunder, warning of an oncoming storm. âThat means this isnât a suicide. It means Iâm going to have to deal with this thing, and it also means a series of pains in the ass unlike anything you can even imagine!â
Fumagalli nodded. âSo now Iâm going to take this poor creature to my autopsy room. And youâd probably better call the judge and the forensic squad.â
Rocco suddenly jumped out of his chair. His mood had shifted as quickly as a wind at high elevation suddenly bringing black rain-heavy storm clouds where minutes before the sun had been shining.
As he left the room Rocco glanced at Deruta and Caterina. âRispoli, call the forensic squad in Turin. Deruta, go do what I told you and DâIntino to do this morning.â
âBut weâre supposed to do the stakeouts at night,â the cop shot back.
âThen go get some rest, go make bread with your wife, just get the hell out of my hair!â
Like a kicked dog, Deruta shot out of the apartment. Caterina asked no questions. Unlike Officer Deruta, she had learned that when the deputy police chiefâs mood turned sharply black, the best thing was to shut up and obey.
âPierron!â Rocco shouted, and Italoâs face appeared immediately at the door to the living room.
âYes, Dottore.â
âScatter the people who are rubbernecking out in the street. I want the names of the Russian woman who was the first to enter the apartment and that half-dead warrant officer. Tell Casella to get busy and make sure nothing comes out in the newspapers. Question all the neighbors, and have someone call the district attorneyâs office. This is another pain