“He’s the mayor, after all,” Luca said to Rick while twirling his new hat in his hand. “He can make us wait. Mayors do that.”
The two walked around the shop checking out all the wood—and a lot of it there was. The smell reminded Rick of the pine logs he used to split for his grandfather in northern New Mexico. Luca went to a section filled with carved figures, mostly animals. Rick’s eye was caught by one corner near the window which had several shelves of wooden toys. Among them was a set of trucks and machines, including a crane and a steam shovel. He reached down to turn the crank on the crane, lowering a small wooden hook on the end of a string. As he did, he thought again of his nephews. It occurred to him that no little boy, after getting a toy for his birthday, had ever said he would have preferred a nice wool sweater instead. He checked the price. Wow.
“Inspector Albani? I am Elio Grandi.” Rick turned to see the mayor shaking hands with Luca. “I regret,” continued the mayor, “that you are here under these circumstances, but I welcome you to Campiglio no less warmly. I hope you will return in an unofficial capacity once this unfortunate business is resolved.”
If Grandi wanted to foster the image of the little village wood-carver, he failed, looking instead like a football lineman Rick had known in college. He had taken off his long apron and hung it—on a wooden peg, of course—in the work area, revealing a pair of well-tailored jeans and a dark blue turtleneck. He was bald, though probably by choice using his own razor, giving his appearance even more authority, but also making him appear older than his what Rick estimated to be about forty years.
“And this must be Signor Montoya,” Grandi said, turning with an outstretched hand. The word of Rick’s presence was around town, no use even asking how he knew.
“My pleasure, Signor Sindaco.”
“I have some chairs over here. Why don’t we sit while we talk?” He gestured toward a round table surrounded by four chairs. The card on it read nine hundred euros for the set, but the decorative inlay on the tabletop, which matched the chair backs, may have justified the price. “Needless to say,” Grandi said when they were seated, “I am very anxious that this business be cleared up as soon as possible.” His eyes jumped from one face to the other as he spoke, a serious look on his own.
“I could not agree more,” said Luca. “We all hope this is simply some terrible misunderstanding.”
“The man is here with his sister, I understand? You’ve spoken to her already, I trust.”
Rick had the sense that the mayor knew exactly who they’d seen. “She was the first person Inspector Albani interviewed.”
Grandi nodded in approval. “Excellent. Do you have any leads? Any idea where the man could be?”
“Nothing yet, Signor Sindaco,” said Luca. “We were just going around interviewing people who had seen Signor Taylor before his disappearance, when I got word from the station that you’d called.” The policeman was smiling, but Rick hoped the mayor would get the message that there was work to be done if Cameron Taylor was to be found. Apparently he didn’t.
“Yes, of course. No one has been able to help so far? Who else have you spoken to?
“Just Signor Melograno. He apparently had a meeting with the missing man.”
“I’d heard that Umberto was looking for a loan, that’s probably what the meeting was about.” He looked at the policeman for a reaction but none came. “The missing man is a banker, is he not?” This time Luca nodded, but stayed silent. It seemed, at last, to work. “But I should not be keeping you from your investigation. I just wanted to emphasize how important for Campiglio it is that this man be found, our only industry here is tourism, and as you can appreciate—”
“I understand completely,” said Luca, “and you can be assured that we are doing everything in our power to find him.”
They got to their feet. “If there is anything I can do to help, anything the municipality of Campiglio can assist with, you will let me know.” It sounded like an order.
“You can be sure of that, Signor Sindaco,” Luca said, extending his hand.
***
“That was a waste of time,” said Rick as they adjusted their hats outside the store.
“I’m not sure I would say that, my friend.” Luca looked around the street as if he were seeing it for the first time.
“I saw something interesting in Grandi’s shop. Perhaps it is of no consequence, but interesting nonetheless.” Rick waited for Luca to continue, and after adjusting the new cap, he did. “Among the carved animals for sale on one of the shelves was a bear. Not as large as the one in Melograno’s office, but the resemblance was striking. Given the price on the one at the shop, I think Melograno must have paid quite a lot for the bigger model.”
“Maybe Grandi sells a lot of bears. I noticed that one of them is on the coat of arms of Campiglio.”
“True. And this is a small town. That was the other benefit of meeting the mayor, Riccardo. We were reminded how small this town is. And that, I dare say, could be the key to
