Chapter 29.
Not later of the afternoon, Angel was where you/he/she had understood that you/he/she would have been brought soon.
The news had entered him house as a stab. "They will come me to take" you/he/she had kept on repeating and the benevolent sister, that thought raved, you/he/she strove him to reassure him/it. But too many signs conducted to him, many more than how much Helen could imagine. Many more than how much himself had memory.
An officer from the irritating gentleness escorted him/it up to the office of the District Attorney and knocked in his/her place. The door opened him, it did him/it enter and there he/she left him/it.
The PM was intent to skim through documents.
«You arranges» it told him without being upset himself/herself/themselves. Angel took a seat. The President bewared him/it of the wall, the flag he was dozed off along the auction as a sentinel that he sleeps embraced to the rifle.
«Sastri Angelo» it murmured the enquirer reading to tall voice. You still lost away with the thought an instant, leaving alone Angel with his/her own thoughts. Cursed masters of the time, blissfully ignorant of other people's thoughts.
«Your father calls Glenn Stromberg. How come hands the maternal last name?»
What humiliation, accused of homicide and the first question to which it had to answer it was one whom he was not even never set by itself.
«The law allows a mixed couple not married to apply.»
«Sastri, doesn't offend me!» irridente interrupted him/it. «He/she wants that I/you/he/she don't know the Italian laws? I have asked her how come you have chosen the Italian name and not that Swedish.»
Is it to this what it rubs him some? Did he/she want to applaud to the nationalistic pride or to be sorry himself/herself/themselves for the injured patriarchal right?
«Mother and dad had little trust in the Italian provincialism. They perhaps believed that it was better for us to be recorded with a more comprehensible name to the fellow countrymen.»
«It departed prejudiced. It is not a good way, doesn't he/she believe?»
Not believing, it avoided to answer. The PM didn't decompose him, and it continued in the applications.
«Of job ago the actor.» It tore off the eyes from the sheet and for the first turns it deigned him to look at him/it in face. It was obvious that it looked for you some comparsatas television and not finding continued her/it. «Its occupation can complicate our job.»
«Part prejudiced. This even is not a good way, doesn't he/she believe?»
The enquirer didn't decompose him.
«My duty is that to verify the truth.»
«From for discounted that he doesn't want to give her/it.»
The PM put on comfortable on the back, to feel happy some availability of the heads.
«Then gives her/it for me.»
«I can give her my truth» he/she specified, as to disenchant him/it.
«Truth is an alone» he/she rebuked him/it priestly.
«With the job that does, he/she knows well that is not so.»
As to grant him a non due complicity, confided him «With the job that I do, he/she knows well that cannot say him/it.»
It was the moment. The deposition on his/her nighttime past.
Such a next past to be seemed ever existed. A past of fatal weakness, departed in hostage of a false excitement, put to the ropes by invisible and invincible enemies that that day, from good infamous, they were not even present to be delighted of his/her defeat. You/he/she would not have seen anymore them, among the bars of a cell that, sun, would have preserved him/it. Against also his/her same wish.
It told, Angel, of the evening before.
Without shame, without hiding himself/herself/themselves. The walk to Brera, the greed of seduction, the alcohol only relief. Then the return in house, propping the story of the details that, to work, you/they had been him attached: times, places, turn. It realized that many of that details were vague in the memory, and in those abysses he/she knew the heart of the confession he hid: that that others had surely sewn him I set.
Then, in room, bare of every modesty, it didn't hold back any detail, he/she almost wanted to infect the cop with the excitement. He/she almost wanted to remember himself/herself/themselves to all the costs of thing it was to excite him.
«Therefore you/he/she has masturbated together with the victim» it dared to interrupt the story the judge, it almost feared further non essential details of it to the investigations. «But has you/he/she reached the orgasm?»
Professional question, lacking of vulgarity. Misunderstood utility, but to the accused it is not permissible to understand.
«Yes» it limited him to recognize.
«You remembers what times you/they could be?»
«Toward midnight» approssimò with a certain safety.
«You/he/she has been satisfied from the orgasm?» What questions, the orgasm is satisfaction for definition. Also those extorted with the deception? «I make sense of better me» it specified, realizing the turn to empty of the thoughts of Angel. «The ejaculation has freed her/it from its uncontrollable frenzy?»
«If this is the perspective, yes. I was tired, I have closed an instant the eyes and I/you/they have collapsed dormant»
«There is someone who can try him/it?»
Devil of question, where was the makeup?
«My sister has come to my house, you/he/she has entered soon with his/her keys forenoon. You/he/she has found me so, and you/he/she has let me sleep.»
«Times?»
«Seven, believe, seven and half at the most. Then I wake up, memory that I have had breakfast and the eight newscast starts. hardly» you stopped, as if it expected again the break-in of some filthy news.
«We return to his/her reconstruction» it brought him/it on the piece. «After the orgasm, has you/he/she continued to chattare?»
«No. I have told her that I have fallen asleep.»
«Therefore has not you/he/she had contacts with the victim anymore?»
«No.»
He/she answered categorical, also being him the first one not to trust himself/herself/themselves itself. And the answer of the cop did him/it knock down on its uncertainties.
«To us the contrary one results.»
It didn't surprise. It was for a motive that went over this of which it preserved memory there. It was alone curious to know what.
The District Attorney drew from the cartelletta a packet of sheets.
«These are the transcripts of the conversation intervened tonight between his/her account and that of the girl.» It selected a pair of it and it abandoned them in front of the suspect. «Up to the 12:03, the transcript substantially confirms what you/he/she has told us. To that point, a videochiamata has taken over, that has not been saved for the parameters of privacy activated.» That he was sorry, the pig, not to be able to peer at? «The dialogue is closed later exactly fourteen minutes, at 12:17 o'clock.»
End of the truth. Of his/her truth. Angel attended to this point that of the cop.
«But at the 01:08, the conversation is taken back. And these are the transcripts.»
It lengthened him the new sheets, also in this case two heavy paginettes as the lead.
Angel read and reread the sentences that nailed him/it. Sentences that its overdone imagination would even have been able never to suggest him. What they completed the picture indiziario, not only pointing out him/it as the last person to have had contacts with Laura but also as he who had attracted her in the place of the crime. As I break down, it came from the PM the last confirmation. «Its PC has definitely been out at 7.12 o'clock.» Also the gesture of Helen he was therefore incasellato to his/her place.
«I have not written him me.» it affirmed Angel without dissuading the look from the sheets.
«Because he/she slept?»
«Because I have not written him!» insistette.
«You/he/she could have wakened
up?» he/she insinuated the enquirer.
You/he/she can be him anything.
«I don't know him/it.»
Bad answer.
«He/she doesn't know him/it. Doesn't he/she remember to have continued the conversation then?»
«No.»
«He/she doesn't remember or has not you/he/she continued her?»
«I don't know him/it.»
«He/she doesn't know what?»
«I don't know a cazzo!» it shouted for going out of that rhetorical labyrinth. «I don't know to what question wants that answer! Because he/she doesn't directly ask me if I have killed Laura?»
The PM kept the calm dressing again himself/herself/itself of authority.
«If it doesn't regret her, this is my job. If I don't ask him him, it is because it is not the moment to do him/it. I remind her that it is the most greater suspect for the homicide of a minor. If he/she wants to collaborate, it will be better for everybody. Otherwise, a test of the Dna will remove every doubt.»
Or you/he/she would have created more terrible of it.
They were already to the Dna. The scientific Royal had eguagliato the television serial times: you already isolate the traces of the assassin. Of however, of sexual crime trattavasi, had sentenced the media. And there is no sex without organic shed.
«Thing has happened her?» Curiosity prevailed on every guarantee.
«Tells us him her.»
«I don't know him/it.»
«Already it is true. If he/she doesn't remember him/it» he/she specified. However complied and Laura relived his/her last instant. «The victim in reality has never reached the Triennial. The assassin has intercepted her before, probably in avenue Milton. You/he/she has brought her with itself in the zone planted with trees that it coasts along metals her/it some railroads North, a hidden zone and without television cameras. It doesn't have to have her/it forced, on the body there am no evident signs of violence or coercion.» Translated, the victim knew his/her assassin. It didn't tell him/it the judge but not us n'era need. «The girl has been killed in the same place where we have found her. And I swear her that, in so many years, I have never known about so repugnant crimes.» Who knows if it told him/it all investigate ones him hoping to get a quiver of revealing eyebrow. Then it specified, as if you/he/she had gathered the doubt of it. «You/he/she will have noticed that even the press has refused to spread the details of the crime.» There was some truth. It owed to have committed indeed a crime masterpiece. Sinned not to remember him/it to him.
The judge delayed. Was it also anticipated on the script this? A true assassin would have smaniato to hear his/her own iniquity narrate and you/he/she would have pursued him/it to continue. Angel tried therefore to dress its cloths.
«Thing has happened her?» he/she asked, the most peaceful possible. And the story didn't delay to come.
«The ragazzina has reached with the assassin the plant behind which we have found again the body. There you/he/she has been made to kneel. Let's not believe has forced her, perhaps plagiarized. You has practised a fellatio and the assassin you/he/she has suffocated her/it with the member. The throat has literally been broken down and while the youth groped, you/he/she has covered her the nostrils. You/he/she had already died when you/he/she has enjoyed her in mouth. There was not so much seed, as if the assassin him pits already emptied before brutalizing her/it.»
Beautiful quadretto. From the morning to now to wonder himself/herself/themselves thing had happened and now finally to fall I set him the whole plebeian repugnance of the life. Not of his, of the life in general.
All pupazzettis in a play, all saints without heaven, all damned ones without damnation.
You/he/she would have had to cry, to shout, to inveigh, to repent him, to collaborate, to insinuate, to accuse, to excuse him. Above all to love. But nothing of all of this prevailed, if not the resignation to see him offer for the first time a street of exit. Perhaps it was the only goal that deserved.
«I want to make the test of the Dna and I want immediately to do him/it. I will wait here for the results.»
I don't want to go out anymore, this perhaps the most sincere sentence, that omitted to also confess to his/her conscience.
«Thing is this whole hurry now?» Ironizzò the PM, amazed but pleased. «For the examination he/she doesn't speak before tomorrow. For the results, then.»
«Makes me arrest.»
The last intention of Angel, was to tear that smile bastard from the judge.
«She doesn't perhaps know well as it works in these cases» ironizzò. «I don't have neither the elements, neither the time to ask to the GIP for the custody to protect. Its situation, is not so compromised for now.»
«You/he/she can always order a lock, it would have the whole time to ask its validation tomorrow.» Ever found an uncensured very informed, the PM he surprised. «The results that will arrive, will make the rest.»
The judge he allowed to enmesh from the embryo of confession.
«Where it was night yesterday?» he/she finally asked him.
«Where its truth will want me to have been.» The mail was by now in game. Who would be gone out satisfied of it? «He/she wants to still waste other time?»
What pits the profit of Angel, could rub also. But what pits his, the enquirer knew very well it.
«I will send forth the order of lock, this night will be conducted in the jail» it said looking at him/it in face without seeing shades of emotions. «But knows that, from anything coop escaping, the bars won't be enough for to stop her/it.»