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thing is getting bad, Commissioner ...”.
    “Damn bitch ... what happened, Piazza?”.
    “I’ve been going over the victim’s printouts with a toothcomb for hours now, without getting nowhere; he never used the phone, actually, the only calls he received in the last three months, they were form the customer service of the telephone company, calls that lasted, however, less than ten seconds”.
    “Master Brandenburg was an old-fashioned man ...”.
    “A little bit too much, Commissioner ...he never used his mailbox”.
    “Well ... listen, broaden the search to the last six months ... no, it’s better to the whole last year, you must find something ...”.
    “Okay, I'll try”.
    “Let me know immediately, Piazza, just in case there was any news”.
    “You can count on it, Commissioner”.
    Germano, sensing how the ongoing investigation was not that easy at all, passed his hand across his forehead in the hope that some idea did peep out, but the only thing who actually did peep out was instead Inspector Parisi, who took the place that Piazza had left some minutes before, sitting on one of the chairs facing the commissioner’s desk.
    “What news do you have, Angelo?”.
    “I found something ... the interpreter told me that he thought those letters were written by a person who was both very fond of the old Master but from which, however, wanted to keep some distance, I have here a copy of some sentences translated by the interpreter, Vincent ... give it a look”.
    What could have been but it was not ... the things that come back are not always forever ... our recent meetings ... not to lose something that has been refund after you thought you lost it ...
    After reading some of the phrases that the interpreter had been able to translate on the spot, Germano asked that the letters were fully translated; in the meantime he would have tried to discover the identity of the sender; the woman who signed them with the name of Corinna had to be traced.
    “One more thing, Vincent ... the letters came from Monaco, all of them, the stamp of the German post office was still readable and the interpreter has confirmed to me that they were sent right from Bavaria”.
    “I understand”.
    “What are we doing now?”.
    “We’ll call both Lufthansa and Alitalia, to see if the Master took one of their planes during the last year”.
    “Okay, Vincent”.
    Germano was about to add something when he was interrupted by the ringing of the phone.
    “Hello”.
    “Hi, Commissioner, it’s Silvestri”.
    “Hello, Doctor, tell me everything”.
    “I’m calling to confirm what I had already anticipated a few hours ago, the murder weapon was a broom handle, the shards of a particular type of wood that is used to make broomsticks that I’ve found near the wound it’s a proof to me”.
    “I understand, what about the rest?”.
    “Nothing to add, the victim had not been drugged, he had not been drinking, from what I know, the Master had not even had breakfast, or had eaten something, but very early this morning”.
    “The time of death?”.
    “About ten o'clock, you will receive my report with all the details later”.
    “Thank you, Silvestri, see you soon”.
    “Seeing you soon, Commissioner, is not a good wish ...”.
    “Do what you want, Silvestri, read the thing as you like, have a good day”.
    On hearing those last words, Parisi could not refrain to laugh.
    “Why are you laughing, Angelo?”.
    “Because Silvestri must have said one of his crap”.
    “You guessed right ... but in addition to its proverbial shit, he has also confirmed that to kill the Master was a broomstick”.
    “Okay, then, I will say to the men who are still in the house to look carefully for it; did Silvestri tell you something about the time of death?”.
    “Ten, ten o’clock in the morning ... then, trying to recap, no signs of violation were found ... and the Master seems to have been struck from behind, by a person he surely knew, and he