Maurizio gently took the album in his hands to observe the picture. The first thing he noticed was the striking resemblance with her mother, and he understood that with her beauty, she could have turned many heads, including the one of younger Calvani.
“Congratulations, she’s a very beautiful young lady. And you say she still lives in Hungary…”
“She’s still looking for a direction in life, but she works part-time as a waitress in a pub. She still lives with my sister,” she said with a smile.
Maurizio stood up, wearing his jacket, and placing the notebook back in its pocket. “Ms. Fazekas, thank you very much for your cooperation, we will let you know if we need to ask you any further questions.”
Leonardo mumbled something that resembled another apology and thanked her for her availability, keeping his eyes lowered.
As they were in the elevator, Leonardo peered at Maurizio. “Are you going to tell what happened in there to the chief commissioner?” He cringed, expecting another thunderstorm approaching his way.
Shaking his head, Maurizio turned his eyes to look at Leonardo. “No, I might also have been too impulsive, but you need to understand it’s not your duty to tell anyone what they should or shouldn’t do. Particularly when you’re wearing your uniform. We’re representing the law, for Christ’s sake, and if she were a more susceptible person, she would have demanded your name and surname and would have reported you to the chief of the Department. At that point, you would have been in trouble,” he warned, placing a hand on Leonardo’s shoulder.
“One thing to do now, is to call Luciano Calvani and have him interrogated one more time. I need to understand whether this Irina is the daughter of Ms. Fazekas or is another girl with the same name.” He handed the keys of the car to Leonardo. “You drive, and I will give him a call.”
***
Luciano was trying to focus his attention to the book he was studying. The exams were fast approaching, and studying was the best way to keep his mind occupied from the murder of his father and the decision he had to make about running the firm or continuing the studies.
There were so many thoughts swirling in his mind, to keep him away from any academic or working duty. One important thing was that Irina had disappeared. He couldn’t say whether she already returned to Hungary or was still in Italy.
Raising his glance, his eyes met the clock on the wall. It was half-past four, and he was far behind schedule with everything in his life.
The ringing of his mobile phone brought him back to reality, and not recognizing the telephone number, he answered, hesitatingly. “Hello?”
“Good afternoon Mr. Calvani, this is Detective Scala. May I steal a moment of your time?” he asked.
“Of course, Detective. Is there any news about the murder of my father?” He wondered, closing the book in front of him. It was obvious that after that call, he wouldn’t have any chance to focus on anything else.
“Not yet. I wanted to know whether you would be available for a chat, I could meet you right away, as I’m driving at the moment,” Maurizio observed the road going by, as Leonardo started to drive in the direction of the Police Department.
Luciano wanted to tell him that he preferred not to have anything to do with the Police until everything would have been solved, but he knew he would have climbed up the list of the suspects. “Of course, I’m at home…” his voice hesitated. “You know where I’m living now?”
“Yes, we have the address of your mother’s apartment, if that’s still the place where we can find you.” A chuckle escaped Maurizio’s mouth.
Pursing his lips, Luciano grabbed all his strength and self-confidence. “Yes, I still live with my mother. I haven’t yet received the keys to the apartment where I was living with my father.”
Maurizio looked at the clock, and after a fast calculation of the time necessary to reach Luciano, he nodded. “I’m with Forensic Inspector Romizi, from the forensic team. We will arrive within half an hour, so he can tell you about the time required to return you the keys.”
“That would be great. I’ll be waiting for you. See you soon.”
Luciano hung up the phone, without waiting for any answer from Maurizio. He was glad to know there was, at least something he could clarify, and that was when he could return to the place, he called home. He loved to be with his mother, and during the time they lived together he had the chance to appreciate her better than he’d ever done so far. Nevertheless, the freedom of having his own space was something he started to miss. With his father, things were easier; he was rarely at home, so most of the time, it was like living in the apartment alone. His mother was completely different, she enjoyed spending her time at home, and they spent a lot of time together. It was good to have the feeling of being considered more than a roommate, as he sometimes felt with his father.
***
“We’re going to the address of Mrs. Martini, it’s via Colfiorito 8.” Maurizio said curtly to Leonardo. “And this time, try to behave, or I will be the one who reports you directly to the Chief of the Department and have you transferred on point duty.”
Leonardo gave a fast glance at Maurizio and they both burst into a loud laughter.
CHAPTER 13
It took about twenty minutes for Leonardo and Maurizio to reach the building where the apartment of Mrs. Martini was located. The main door got opened as one of the residents came out, and they reached the top floor. Without any hesitation, Maurizio rang the bell expecting to see Luciano.
A light surprise flashed Maurizio as Giulia came
