13-09-2019, 07:48 AM
Helen looked around the room for something that might be a clue to Eliot's password. She looked at a poster for the film "Duel," next to one for "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade." Helen reasoned that there was a good chance that his password was something related to Steven Spielberg. She then reasoned that guessing someone's password in three tries was something that only happened in the movies and that there were far too many possibilities after "Spielberg" failed to get her in.
"Surprised the screen didn't fill up with 'ACCESS DENIED' in giant red letters." Mander commented.
"Another 'only in the movies' thing. Carlito and his people at the Ministry of Intelligence could get us in. Or Luc. It could tell us why he was going over headshots this far along in the process."
"He was a director." Mander thought. "Maybe he was prepping for his next picture, seeing who he wants for it ahead of time."
"Maybe. I'm sure he had some dream project; since I gave him the job, we didn't get to the 'Well, let's hear about the movie you've always wanted to make' part" Helen let the last trail off. "I'm sure I'd have asked eventually."
She shook her head and looked over at a poster for "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," then back to the pictures. Her next three words came out as an unintentional Richard Dreyfus impression.
"This... means something." She stood and walked to the doorway, yelling to the cops below.
"Hey!" Helen shouted in Italian. "Did you guys already come and take pictures of everything in here?"
"Si, Contessa." One of the officers responded. "The Prefect told us that you were coming."
"Good." She called back. "I'm taking the stuff off the table. Someone will be by later for the computer."
"The Prefect told us to anticipate you leaving with a few things, Contessa." The younger cop responded.
Helen heard the sound of the older cop elbowing the younger. She bit her lip to try not to laugh and gave Mander a "Ya see?" look. Mander was still in Burglary Mode, so tried his best not to laugh as well. He leaned against a chair as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling over.
"Ok." Helen hurriedly said, shutting the door at the top of the stairs. Once it was closed, she and Mander erupted into laughter.
"They DO know Your Countessness, don't they?" Mander got out, prolonging the laughing for another minute.
"Yes, they do," Helen answered once she finally stopped laughing herself. "And that kid's getting a raise." She went into the kitchen to look for a cardboard box. A bit later, she emerged with an empty box whose sides indicated that it once contained cans of Spaghetti-Os.
"I want to give these a closer look back at the office." She explained as she started gathering the papers together. "These and whatever Luc finds on that computer were the things Eliot studied and considered while he ate his last meal; probably the last thing on his mind before Dietz stepped out of the alley and pulled the trigger. It's either connected to his death or it isn't. Whichever it is, I still want to know it."
"Surprised the screen didn't fill up with 'ACCESS DENIED' in giant red letters." Mander commented.
"Another 'only in the movies' thing. Carlito and his people at the Ministry of Intelligence could get us in. Or Luc. It could tell us why he was going over headshots this far along in the process."
"He was a director." Mander thought. "Maybe he was prepping for his next picture, seeing who he wants for it ahead of time."
"Maybe. I'm sure he had some dream project; since I gave him the job, we didn't get to the 'Well, let's hear about the movie you've always wanted to make' part" Helen let the last trail off. "I'm sure I'd have asked eventually."
She shook her head and looked over at a poster for "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," then back to the pictures. Her next three words came out as an unintentional Richard Dreyfus impression.
"This... means something." She stood and walked to the doorway, yelling to the cops below.
"Hey!" Helen shouted in Italian. "Did you guys already come and take pictures of everything in here?"
"Si, Contessa." One of the officers responded. "The Prefect told us that you were coming."
"Good." She called back. "I'm taking the stuff off the table. Someone will be by later for the computer."
"The Prefect told us to anticipate you leaving with a few things, Contessa." The younger cop responded.
Helen heard the sound of the older cop elbowing the younger. She bit her lip to try not to laugh and gave Mander a "Ya see?" look. Mander was still in Burglary Mode, so tried his best not to laugh as well. He leaned against a chair as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling over.
"Ok." Helen hurriedly said, shutting the door at the top of the stairs. Once it was closed, she and Mander erupted into laughter.
"They DO know Your Countessness, don't they?" Mander got out, prolonging the laughing for another minute.
"Yes, they do," Helen answered once she finally stopped laughing herself. "And that kid's getting a raise." She went into the kitchen to look for a cardboard box. A bit later, she emerged with an empty box whose sides indicated that it once contained cans of Spaghetti-Os.
"I want to give these a closer look back at the office." She explained as she started gathering the papers together. "These and whatever Luc finds on that computer were the things Eliot studied and considered while he ate his last meal; probably the last thing on his mind before Dietz stepped out of the alley and pulled the trigger. It's either connected to his death or it isn't. Whichever it is, I still want to know it."
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