09-05-2019, 02:41 PM
"I didn't know anything had really happened. I knew there was going to be a gunshot, so I heard it and kept working."
"You knew it was going to happen?" Luc asked.
"Oui," Angelique replied. "We got the notice."
Luc looked puzzled. Emilia reached into the wastebasket by the door and pulled out a crumpled piece of red paper with a bit of tape stuck to it.
"We've been getting these since 'San Finzione Shakedown.'" Emilia explained, handing it to Luc.
Luc uncrumpled it and read the notice with the logo of San Finzione Studios. It was dated three days prior and notified of filming in the neighborhood between the hours of Noon and Two PM. It also advised that gunfire and explosives would be used. Therefore, the streets should be kept clear and no one should worry about loud noises at that time.
"So, hearing such things is commonplace for you now?" Luc asked, putting it together.
"As they say," Angelique answered. "Nothing happens between 12 and 2 in San Finzione. They used to say it more often."
"Oui." Emilia replied. "We like living in a neighborhood nice enough to film, but then something like this happens next door."
She took hold of Angelique's hand again. Luc noticed it.
"It was an aberration, ladies. One of those Things that They say Happen. La Policia are watching your street tonight." Luc produced an evidence bag from his pocket and placed the crumpled notice inside. "This will be dusted for prints. La Policia might ask for your fingerprints. Merely so that yours and mine can be distinguished from whomever put this on your door. I shouldn't worry."
They thanked the Detective Inspector and he returned it, then returned to the sidewalk and clapped the Generalissimo on his shoulder, careful to avoid the pointy stars.
"Don't do that fucking Watson shit when I'm working." Luc laughed. Ramirez laughed back.
"Sorry, it's just good to see you doing it again."
"Merci, this flyer is an interesting development. Dietz made certain the streets were clear when he acted. A short con that he won't be able to pull on us a second time. Sadly, he only needed it to work that once."
"Those are printed by the studio and handed out a few days before. This is a fake. They change the paper color weekly to prevent this sort of thing. I saw the current notices on La Collina when I went to the castle and they are pink this week. La Policia accompany them and they knock on doors and try to tell people directly before leaving flyers."
"Oui. However, not many would care that it's not the right color. As the women suggested, they get these things frequently. Others probably did the same as them: Came home, saw the notice taped to the door, took it off, noted the date and time, then tossed it in the trash. I'd be willing to bet that if we took a stroll down the street, we'd notice tape or leftover adhesive from its recent removal, on every door except the victim's. Because HE would have spotted a fake in an instant! Probably had to do it while he was at work, then take them down before he got home if Dietz knew his habit of coming home for lunch."
"Si. It is either a forgery or a mole at the studio got him some old ones. By the time anyone would take serious notice, he'd be gone without a trace. The child spoiled the entire plan."
They both knew the boy's name; however, just because they were covered by hidden Ultimados didn't mean there wasn't someone else hiding in a different shadow listening in, so both avoided it.
"We could go to the studio right now, Luc. Find out who has access and get the address, send El Ultimados."
"Too soon. Anyone with access to a printer or a photocopier and some colored paper could have made this. The way he operates, the address will be false or a trap. Our best hope for assistance tonight would be a rightfully grumpy night watchman whose job is not to go digging through the studio's files for us. No force on Earth could stop him from complaining to everyone he meets tomorrow; then our mole knows we're onto him. Better to pursue it during the day, when we can sniff out his mole and potentially catch them unaware. We know something that he does not know that we know yet, and that is something good. Speaking of things that are good, our next stop should be your home. Let's see what's for dinner."
Ramirez agreed and they walked back to his car with an arm around each other, still chuckling over what had just happened.
"You clicked your fucking heels!" Luc laughed as they got in. "Who in the fuck does this?"
* * *
After a quick stop at the front gate to make it understood that Luc was a guest of the Generalissimo and got the passes to come and go as he pleased, as well as arrange a staff car and driver for him while he was here, the driver let them off in front of the Generalissimo's house. The first thing that they noticed when they got out was La Contessa's limousine parked on the street.
"You knew it was going to happen?" Luc asked.
"Oui," Angelique replied. "We got the notice."
Luc looked puzzled. Emilia reached into the wastebasket by the door and pulled out a crumpled piece of red paper with a bit of tape stuck to it.
"We've been getting these since 'San Finzione Shakedown.'" Emilia explained, handing it to Luc.
Luc uncrumpled it and read the notice with the logo of San Finzione Studios. It was dated three days prior and notified of filming in the neighborhood between the hours of Noon and Two PM. It also advised that gunfire and explosives would be used. Therefore, the streets should be kept clear and no one should worry about loud noises at that time.
"So, hearing such things is commonplace for you now?" Luc asked, putting it together.
"As they say," Angelique answered. "Nothing happens between 12 and 2 in San Finzione. They used to say it more often."
"Oui." Emilia replied. "We like living in a neighborhood nice enough to film, but then something like this happens next door."
She took hold of Angelique's hand again. Luc noticed it.
"It was an aberration, ladies. One of those Things that They say Happen. La Policia are watching your street tonight." Luc produced an evidence bag from his pocket and placed the crumpled notice inside. "This will be dusted for prints. La Policia might ask for your fingerprints. Merely so that yours and mine can be distinguished from whomever put this on your door. I shouldn't worry."
They thanked the Detective Inspector and he returned it, then returned to the sidewalk and clapped the Generalissimo on his shoulder, careful to avoid the pointy stars.
"Don't do that fucking Watson shit when I'm working." Luc laughed. Ramirez laughed back.
"Sorry, it's just good to see you doing it again."
"Merci, this flyer is an interesting development. Dietz made certain the streets were clear when he acted. A short con that he won't be able to pull on us a second time. Sadly, he only needed it to work that once."
"Those are printed by the studio and handed out a few days before. This is a fake. They change the paper color weekly to prevent this sort of thing. I saw the current notices on La Collina when I went to the castle and they are pink this week. La Policia accompany them and they knock on doors and try to tell people directly before leaving flyers."
"Oui. However, not many would care that it's not the right color. As the women suggested, they get these things frequently. Others probably did the same as them: Came home, saw the notice taped to the door, took it off, noted the date and time, then tossed it in the trash. I'd be willing to bet that if we took a stroll down the street, we'd notice tape or leftover adhesive from its recent removal, on every door except the victim's. Because HE would have spotted a fake in an instant! Probably had to do it while he was at work, then take them down before he got home if Dietz knew his habit of coming home for lunch."
"Si. It is either a forgery or a mole at the studio got him some old ones. By the time anyone would take serious notice, he'd be gone without a trace. The child spoiled the entire plan."
They both knew the boy's name; however, just because they were covered by hidden Ultimados didn't mean there wasn't someone else hiding in a different shadow listening in, so both avoided it.
"We could go to the studio right now, Luc. Find out who has access and get the address, send El Ultimados."
"Too soon. Anyone with access to a printer or a photocopier and some colored paper could have made this. The way he operates, the address will be false or a trap. Our best hope for assistance tonight would be a rightfully grumpy night watchman whose job is not to go digging through the studio's files for us. No force on Earth could stop him from complaining to everyone he meets tomorrow; then our mole knows we're onto him. Better to pursue it during the day, when we can sniff out his mole and potentially catch them unaware. We know something that he does not know that we know yet, and that is something good. Speaking of things that are good, our next stop should be your home. Let's see what's for dinner."
Ramirez agreed and they walked back to his car with an arm around each other, still chuckling over what had just happened.
"You clicked your fucking heels!" Luc laughed as they got in. "Who in the fuck does this?"
* * *
After a quick stop at the front gate to make it understood that Luc was a guest of the Generalissimo and got the passes to come and go as he pleased, as well as arrange a staff car and driver for him while he was here, the driver let them off in front of the Generalissimo's house. The first thing that they noticed when they got out was La Contessa's limousine parked on the street.
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