09-05-2019, 02:40 PM
Larry nodded solemnly. He turned to leave, when Helena spoke again.
"Wait." She told him, looking around to see if anyone was nearby. He turned back.
"Yes?"
Helena walked up to him, looking into her new director's eyes.
"Tell me if you had anything to do with Eliot's murder." She commanded under her breath.
"No." Compton answered plainly.
"Tell me if you know Heinrich Dietz."
"Who?" He puzzled.
"Forget I asked. Both things." She commanded again, smiling. "Nothing. I just look forward to working with you."
"One down." Helen thought.
He left for the studio, policia escort accompanying him. Helen looked around the cavern. They were a tourist attraction for history buffs, and Helen had visited more than once to view the displays of her husband as a boy on the cusp of manhood leading the Resistance from and hiding in the old depths.
Those depths were, nowadays, filled with bright lights, warning signs, yellow and black reflective tape, and other modern conveniences that had to be removed for filming. Helen proceeded back toward the entrance. Once she was off the set, all those things returned until she was back in the rays of the disappearing sun over San Finzione.
Helen checked the time on her phone, then put it back in her black Prada Arcade bag while she waited for Scappa to bring the car around.
* * *
Detective Inspector Luc Tomas Allaine entered the San Finzione office of Interpol. Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez accompanied him. Agent Giuseppe Fontaine came out of his office to greet them.
"Detective Inspector." He turned to acknowledge Ramirez. "Generalissimo." Giuseppe turned back to Luc. "We've cleared out an office for you."
"Merci." Luc responded, reaching into his bag. "My first task for you, Agent Fontaine, is to send someone to Naples with this." He produced an envelope and handed it to the Agent. "I did not have time to stop on my way. Inside is a key to safe deposit box #2256 at Biblioteca della Banca d'Italia and my letter of authorization for them. This box contains all of my current information on Heinrich Dietz. We will need it."
Agent Fontaine nodded and showed Luc to the office they'd cleared for his stay. He thanked the man, and the agent went to find someone to put on a flight to Naples.
Even from behind a desk, Luc had made enemies other than those in his department. A number of organized crime figures and hate groups wanted to see him dead. As a result, Luc had taken the precaution of opening a string of safe deposit boxes across Europe containing the information he had on the people most likely to kill him.
"You said that Dietz was dangerous and that you'd had death threats. I thought nothing of it because Generalissimos get those calls and letters, too. You didn't say you had a box on him, Luc." Ramirez told him evenly. "This means that he knows you as well."
"Oui. I chose not to say because I knew you wouldn't have let me come if I had told you."
"No, I would not! If I'd known this, I'd have called the airport and told them to refuse to let your flight land in this country! I'd have given your picture to La Policia and Border Patrol and told them to arrest you and send you home!" He took a breath. "I'd have... told The Cultured Woman to keep you at home."
"You didn't ask, old friend." Luc said, sitting behind the desk and turning on the computer they'd provided. He waited for the desktop to come up, then emailed headquarters to let them know he'd arrived and was taking charge. Nobody in his department would particularly care that he was gone, however, procedure demanded it. "And if you'd stopped me coming, I'd have simply found another way, and then you'd have Dietz AND myself to hunt down. This way, I get to come to dinner."
Luc looked at the monitor, examined the desktop, then produced a portable hard drive from his bag and began copying over files.
"It will take at least overnight for me to set this thing up correctly!" He proclaimed. At that moment, Agent Fontaine returned.
"I've got someone leaving now." He informed Luc. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Detective Inspector?"
"Not just yet." Luc replied, getting up. "We stopped in so that I could do three things: Check in with you, give you that envelope, and start transferring the things that I will need onto le micro. That last, I expect to take until morning; everything should auto-install, just let it run, so I came straight here from the airport. I will go check the crime scene, since I imagine it is closer; then I will be staying with the Generalissimo's family at Fort Ernesto. I'm not certain of the address; given how this country seems to operate, it is, in all probability, 'The Generalissimo's House at Fort Ernesto.' I will want everyone in for a briefing at 0700. I shall be here on time to give it. We'll need everyone on this, Agent Fontaine."
Ramirez gave the Agent his real address.
"Si, sir." Fontaine said with a sharp nod, then departed. Once he was out of earshot, Luc grabbed his bag off the desk and turned to Hernando.
"Wait." She told him, looking around to see if anyone was nearby. He turned back.
"Yes?"
Helena walked up to him, looking into her new director's eyes.
"Tell me if you had anything to do with Eliot's murder." She commanded under her breath.
"No." Compton answered plainly.
"Tell me if you know Heinrich Dietz."
"Who?" He puzzled.
"Forget I asked. Both things." She commanded again, smiling. "Nothing. I just look forward to working with you."
"One down." Helen thought.
He left for the studio, policia escort accompanying him. Helen looked around the cavern. They were a tourist attraction for history buffs, and Helen had visited more than once to view the displays of her husband as a boy on the cusp of manhood leading the Resistance from and hiding in the old depths.
Those depths were, nowadays, filled with bright lights, warning signs, yellow and black reflective tape, and other modern conveniences that had to be removed for filming. Helen proceeded back toward the entrance. Once she was off the set, all those things returned until she was back in the rays of the disappearing sun over San Finzione.
Helen checked the time on her phone, then put it back in her black Prada Arcade bag while she waited for Scappa to bring the car around.
* * *
Detective Inspector Luc Tomas Allaine entered the San Finzione office of Interpol. Generalissimo Hernando Ramirez accompanied him. Agent Giuseppe Fontaine came out of his office to greet them.
"Detective Inspector." He turned to acknowledge Ramirez. "Generalissimo." Giuseppe turned back to Luc. "We've cleared out an office for you."
"Merci." Luc responded, reaching into his bag. "My first task for you, Agent Fontaine, is to send someone to Naples with this." He produced an envelope and handed it to the Agent. "I did not have time to stop on my way. Inside is a key to safe deposit box #2256 at Biblioteca della Banca d'Italia and my letter of authorization for them. This box contains all of my current information on Heinrich Dietz. We will need it."
Agent Fontaine nodded and showed Luc to the office they'd cleared for his stay. He thanked the man, and the agent went to find someone to put on a flight to Naples.
Even from behind a desk, Luc had made enemies other than those in his department. A number of organized crime figures and hate groups wanted to see him dead. As a result, Luc had taken the precaution of opening a string of safe deposit boxes across Europe containing the information he had on the people most likely to kill him.
"You said that Dietz was dangerous and that you'd had death threats. I thought nothing of it because Generalissimos get those calls and letters, too. You didn't say you had a box on him, Luc." Ramirez told him evenly. "This means that he knows you as well."
"Oui. I chose not to say because I knew you wouldn't have let me come if I had told you."
"No, I would not! If I'd known this, I'd have called the airport and told them to refuse to let your flight land in this country! I'd have given your picture to La Policia and Border Patrol and told them to arrest you and send you home!" He took a breath. "I'd have... told The Cultured Woman to keep you at home."
"You didn't ask, old friend." Luc said, sitting behind the desk and turning on the computer they'd provided. He waited for the desktop to come up, then emailed headquarters to let them know he'd arrived and was taking charge. Nobody in his department would particularly care that he was gone, however, procedure demanded it. "And if you'd stopped me coming, I'd have simply found another way, and then you'd have Dietz AND myself to hunt down. This way, I get to come to dinner."
Luc looked at the monitor, examined the desktop, then produced a portable hard drive from his bag and began copying over files.
"It will take at least overnight for me to set this thing up correctly!" He proclaimed. At that moment, Agent Fontaine returned.
"I've got someone leaving now." He informed Luc. "Is there anything else I can do for you, Detective Inspector?"
"Not just yet." Luc replied, getting up. "We stopped in so that I could do three things: Check in with you, give you that envelope, and start transferring the things that I will need onto le micro. That last, I expect to take until morning; everything should auto-install, just let it run, so I came straight here from the airport. I will go check the crime scene, since I imagine it is closer; then I will be staying with the Generalissimo's family at Fort Ernesto. I'm not certain of the address; given how this country seems to operate, it is, in all probability, 'The Generalissimo's House at Fort Ernesto.' I will want everyone in for a briefing at 0700. I shall be here on time to give it. We'll need everyone on this, Agent Fontaine."
Ramirez gave the Agent his real address.
"Si, sir." Fontaine said with a sharp nod, then departed. Once he was out of earshot, Luc grabbed his bag off the desk and turned to Hernando.
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