Chapter 26

After the complaint of thievery lodge by detective Morley Rocque to the management of the hotel LaBuenosares evacuated their guests occupying that wing of hotel rooms and relocated to another before the Turin police department was alerted.

A team of twenty police officers headed by a detective registered their presence at the hotel.

Escravos, the man who oversees the affairs of the department the robbery occurred led them to the scene of the crime. Mr Francesco, the lead investigator slots gloves into his hands and got hold of a torch and beamed its laser light on the hacked door and examined it carefully while his subordinates got the scene secured with a "crime scene, do not go beyond" inscribed on a tape.

A large black trunk housing the detective's tools were brought forward and placed on the floor of Mr Rocque's suite and were opened. They, first of all, had their hands hand-gloved and their faces covered with magnifying glasses and some exotic liquids which were rubbed carefully on potential spots where the burglars might have laid their hands on.

Strands of hairs that were picked on the bed and the floor were dropped in a transparent container with the use of a sizable pair of scissors. Drops of blood were also spotted and we're nicely scooped and kept away.

Away from Mr Rocque's suit, two other detectives pensively engaged themselves in the rewind of the security cameras on a large monitor in the control room. They played back the recorder from the time Mr Morley left his room to the time he returned and what they saw was eye-popping: a young, whose face was scrambled with a mask, walks to the direction of detective Morley's room, minutes later, he had disappeared just like that. After a short while, the door to Mr Rocque cracked open and quickly closed without showing who or what went through it. Both men were agape at the phenomena unfolding before them. Francesco sighed and said to his colleague, "I've never seen a thing like this one in my thirty-five years of service in the Italian Police Force."

"Neither do I," answered his company warily. They rewind the tape to see whether it was their eyes that was playing tricks with them but still returned to the same scenario of a nobody opening a good and closing it behind it.

"This is going to be a cracker," said Francesco as he fast-forwarded the video fourteen minutes ahead and voila! Two people coming out of the room: the man covering himself with a hooded jacket and the woman wearing a cream coloured hat carrying with them, a suitcase before disappearing again from the reader of the camera so that all the detectives could see was a moving suitcase.

"What the fuck, did you see that?" Asked the astonished Francesco to his co-worker. "How did they do that?"

"Your cluelessness about this mystery that stares us in the face is as good as mine." Francisco turned to Escrow and said, "we are taking this piece of shit with us to the station for a thorough analysis."

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Lady Stefflon Don has now fully recovered from the incident that has nearly taken away life from her precious daughter, Deloria and is together with Morley Rocque at a waterfront bar, she whittled and mowed him with abuses, slamming and banging at the table, cursing the day she gave him the assignment while Mr Rocque sat silently, head bowed and petrified by the barrage of insults. The satisfied Stefflon sighs after the demolition but Mr Rocque isn't saying anything. Out of rage, she said to him, "something, idiot, so that I will know am not conversing with a statue." The eavesdropper raised his head for the first time and with trembling lips and declared to Mrs Stefflon Don, "Ma'am, I wonder why I'm receiving condemnation from you when I should be praised for a job well done."

"You call this nasty piece of work wants to make me throw up yet you call it a good job? Well, I found it lurid and obscene." Coughed Mrs Stefflon Don. Have a look at this." Mrs Stefflon Don delicately pushed her laptop to the detective's direction and said, "have a look at this." Detective Morley Rocque draws the computer closer to himself timidly, dreading the catastrophe he might behold. He watched the streaming video with a wide-eyed terror. One of the videos was a porn clip showing detective Morley Rocque and his one-night stand mistress destroying each other in between the sheets and the other was a recording from a spy camera, showing Mr Rocque getting down with miss Verona Blasio in her apartment as his reward for the lucrative contract handed her to spy on Mrs Blanche and her co-workers.

The last straw that breaks the Camel's back was the moment he received a devastating slap from Miss Matilda Begot for trying to trick her into going to bed with him. Mrs Don snarled and announced to the detective, "well, me Rocque, Can you explain to me the meaning of those perverted pictures you've sent to me in place of an important undercover assignment that I sent you to do for me?"

"I highly regretted this, Mrs Stefflon, but this is a video doctored by my blackmailers to get me in a compromised position."

"Who are the blackmailers, detective? Could it be Matilda? Surely not. Neither could it be your mistress or the gentle Verona Blasio that I know. The truth is staring you in the face and yet you don't want to accept it."

From his body language, Mr Morley Rocque would have been grateful to the cosmos if the grounds he stood would open up and swallowed him. As he returned her system to her, he narrated a regrettable episode that happened on the night of the completion of his assignment: "my suit was forcefully entered into by unknown assailants and freight away an insignificant amount of money from a bundle, raising questions why should a thief break into a room full of valuables and drive away only with a two hundred Euro note? Because of this, ma'am, an investigation is underway to bring the culprits to book."

"would you have reported this to me had your alleged blackmailers treated you favourably? You know what, Mr Rocque? Am giving you two lifelines to choose from: it's either you report yourself to the Police or return all that I have expended on you for the duration of the assignment." She confessed and the walks away from him. Mr Rocque tries to get her attention: "Um…, Mrs Stefflon, you have to give me some more time to defend myself adequately." But Mrs Stefflon gave him the silent treatment. From where he sat, he put a call through to miss Verona Blasio.

"I would like to see you tonight in my house, " he said, but miss Verona declines, "no, I'll prefer the meeting to take place in my apartment."

"So be it, " he said.

Verona Blasio occupies the third floor of an apartment building at the heart of Turin. Mr Morley Rocque knocks at the door and she opened and let him in. Without greetings, he went into her inner room, the kitchen and the bathroom to check for a presence but there was non. He brought out a knife from where it was hidden in his waist and began to move slowly towards her saying, "why did you do what you did to me, Verona?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about," she said with a trembling voice and full of fear while retreating backwards gradually to the direction of the kitchen. "You leaked all that had happened to Lady Stefflon Don, bitch; do you know what your action has caused?"

"That was the exact intention of the videos, Mr Rocque," said the daredevil Verona. He charged in her direction in anger, trying frantically to get her stabbed but she escaped his deadly knife and ran into the kitchen and shutting the door. He followed her into the kitchen and pinned her to the floor,"

"Time to payback," he said, "I will kill you and have your body dissolved in an acid and get rid of it through the drains and no one will know what had happened." Verona Blasio clawed him in the face and took a deep bite of his flesh in her bid to escape but Mr Rocque got her mouth gagged with a piece of clothing and her legs and hand-bound and then undressed.

"I would take a last deep before I kill you," he said. Before he could finish tearing her clothing from her body, a door from behind him opened. Matilda Begot, Mrs Blanche and Isabella all came out of their hiding place from the kitchen store with their guns and cameras trained on detective Rocque.