Foreign Deceit dw-1

by Jeff Carson

  “Uh, yes. Of course Mr. Wolf. How can I help you? Please, you can call me Valerio.”

  “Okay, thanks Valerio. Well, I guess, what happened? I’m a police man here in the States, so you don’t need to sugar coat details with me because it is my brother. I just need to know what happened.”

  “Uhh, we were called by a person who lives at a-di apartamento…So we went to there and found him, where he had killed himself.”

  “Okay, I’ve got that much. How did he kill himself? ” Wolf tried to restrain any frustration from seeping into his voice.

  “He was found hanged. It looks like the time of death was Friday night.”

  “Okay. Thanks. Can you tell me anything more about the scene? Did he leave a note?”

  “No, there was no note. We did not find one. He was hanged with a belt, from a light in the ceiling, but the light fell out so he was on the ground.”

  David was beyond confused. “He was hanging from a light from the ceiling? A chandelier?”

  “Ah, yes. That is right. But he was on the ground. The light pulled from the ceiling,” Valerio added.

  “Okay. So he was on the ground when you entered his apartment and found him,” David stated.

  “Yes. Mr. Wolf, we also found drugs…cocaina? How do you call…”

  “Drugs? I hadn’t heard about that yet.”

  “Yes, well, I-a was the one who spoke to your mother earlier, and I just didn’t have the heart to tell her that after I told her about your brother’s death. I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Wolf. I have no idea how you must feel. I will personally help you with the transfer of the remains to your home. There is a lot of, ah, paper work and procedure to follow here in Italy, but I will make sure it happens fast and smoothly. I have a brother myself…”

  “Uh, thank you…” Wolf held the phone to his ear in silence for a moment.

  “I am sorry I did not tell your mother about the drugs. I did not have the heart to tell her.”

  “Okay, yeah, thanks. It was obviously a difficult phone call for you to make. Thank you Valerio.”

  Wolf asked some favors and made some plans. They hung up after a half hour and Wolf went into his bedroom and collapsed into a dreamless sleep.

  Chapter 7

  After four hours sleep, Wolf got up and grabbed another cup of coffee, got his fleece jacket and went to the front porch. The sun was just lighting the sky, the air bitter cold. A few Elk were milling about sixty or so yards away. They all turned his way as the screen door slammed. He held up his coffee to them and took a seat. He pulled out his cell and dialed his mother.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  “So, I spoke with a Caribinieri last night, a cop, from Italy. He was first on scene to John’s apartment. He’s helping us expedite John’s delivery back to Colorado.”

  She responded with an exhale.

  “You doing alright?” he asked, immediately regretting the question. “Never mind. Stupid question.” They sat in silence for ten seconds. “We are going to get through this. You and I.”

  Silence.

  “I’m going to go to Italy to get him.”

  “You are?”

  “Yeah. I’m going to have Nate, Gary, and a couple of the boys check on you when I’m gone, alright?”

  “When are you coming back?”

  “I think I’ll be gone a week.”

  Chapter 8

  Sarah’s parents house was lit up inside and out in the early morning light. Venus gleamed just over the pines in the eastern sky, the sun following close behind the mountains.

  He rang the doorbell and heard muffled conversation inside. Sarah’s face appeared in the ornate window set in the hand crafted wood door. She opened it a crack.

  “Hi David. What’s going on?”

  Wolf looked at his watch. “Hi Sarah. How are you?”

  She looked down, and then she ducked her head back in, talking to someone behind the door.

  “Hey, is that Jack?” Wolf craned his head.

  She leaned back and turned sideways. “Uh, no. Jack! Your dad’s here!”

  He heard the faint yell reply from somewhere in the interior.

  “Who is that? Are you parents here?”

  “No, they went to Aspen for the week.”

  “Okay.”

  A man came up from behind Sarah, hand on the small of her back. She looked down and stepped out of the way. He was dressed in sweat pants and a tee-shirt.

  “Heya, how you doing? My name is Mark.” He extended a hand over Sarah. He was taller than Wolf, and Wolf had his work boots on “Mark Wilson.”

  “Hey.” Wolf shook his hand.

  “Dad!” Jack burst out of the door.

  The guy stepped aside and ducked back in the door, giving them a respectful distance to talk. Wolf watched as he persuaded Sarah to shut the door to leave them alone.

  Wolf gave him a hug and ruffled his hair. “Hey bud. What’s happening?”

  “Not much.” He stayed latched tight to Wolf. “Just watching toons and having breakfast.”

  “Cool. Hey I’ve gotta leave town for a little bit, so…”

  “Where? Where you going?”

  “Uh, I’m actually going to Italy.”

  “What? Are you serious? Are you going to see Uncle John?”

  “Yeah, I am buddy.”

  “Tell him he needs to call me. When is he coming back?”

  “Listen, buddy. We’ll…we’ll talk more when I get back. I think I’ll be gone a week. But listen, I want you to spend a lot of time at Brian’s when I’m gone, okay?”

  Jack raised an eyebrow. “Okay. I always spend a lot of time at Brian’s.”

  Wolf laughed. “Yeah, I know. Just keep it up. Nater will take care of anything you need when I’m gone.”

  “And Mom is back too! So, I’ll be fine! Don’t worry Dad.”

  He looked at him again and gave him another hug. Shit.

  “Listen, buddy. John’s not doing…”

  Jack looked at him with big excited eyes. He just didn’t have the heart to tell him what was going on. But he had no choice. It had to come from him. Right now. Otherwise he would know from some other person in town before the morning was through. It’s just how it worked in Rocky Points.

  “John died this weekend buddy.”

  Jack’s face fell instantly, still looking wide eyed at his dad. “Sorry buddy. I have to go take care of him and bring him back home this week. That’s where I’m going. Okay?”Jack hugged him tight and started crying. Wolf hugged him back.

  Jack began shaking softly in his arms.

  “I know buddy.” It was all Wolf could think to say. “I know.” They hugged and cried for a full minute, Wolf letting the emotional flood gates go. He finally pushed Jack back and knelt down. “Alright man. Be good. Go back inside. Tell your Mom I need to speak to her again real quick, alright?” Jack wiped his eyes and stared at the ground. Wolf pulled his chin up. “Hey buddy, I love you. You know that, right?”

  He nodded.

  “All right man. I’ll see you soon okay? Don’t forget what I said about hanging out at Brian’s. Nater will be looking out this week.”

  “All right. I will Dad. I get it.”

  He did get it. Wolf wished to God he didn’t need to.

  Sarah opened the door again. She looked at Jack wiping his tears and shot a questioning look at Wolf, which turned quickly to an accusing one.

  “Bye Dad.” Jack turned and walked inside.

  Wolf stood up. “So, how are you doing, Sarah?” It was a weighted question and they both knew it.

  “Fine, David. I’m doing just fine.” She said sincerely, crossing her arms and looking back toward Jack. “What was that all about?”

  “I have to go out of town. I’ll be gone all week, all right?”

  She shrugged her shoulders and looked down.

  Wolf saw a shadow in the door window. “Hey Mark, come here for a second?”

  Sarah narrowed her eyes at him.r />
  Mark stepped around Sarah out onto the front porch.

  “Can I talk to you for just a second?”

  “Of course, David. Of course.” Mark nodded his head to Sarah, who stepped in and closed the door quietly.

  Wolf turned and walked a ways down the massive front deck, and the guy followed next to him. He placed his hands on the railing and looked out into the brightening pines.

  “What do you do Mark?”

  “I’m a builder. Custom homes,” he said rubbing his hands together. It was starting to get cold during the nights and it was a frosty late summer morning.

  “And, do you know what I do?”

  “Yep. You’re on the police force. Up for appointment to Sheriff from what I hear.”

  “And you’re shacking up with my ex-wife, who’s three days fresh out of rehab, at her parents house, where my son happens to live.”

  Mark exhaled uncomfortably and scratched his head.

  Wolf looked at him in silence.

  “Yeah, I guess that’s exactly what is going on,” he said. “Look, I met Sarah in rehab. I’m…I wasn’t in the rehab myself. Well, not this time around. I…I was before. I’m an addict. Now I’m clean, and I spend a lot of time helping out at the center as a counselor. Sarah and I met, and we’ve become very close.”

  “Okay, whatever. I don’t want to know the love story. That’s none of my business. But I’ll be checking out your story, you can bet on that. That’s my business. Because my son is everything to me, and, well, here you are.”

  Mark held up his hands in a defenseless gesture, “Hey man, I’m not here to interfere in any way with your relationship with your son, or…anything like that.”

  Wolf gave him a sideways glance, “No, Mark, I’m not worried about that. It’s much simpler,” he said looking him in the eye. “If you touch my son, I’ll take you into the hills, kill you, and dump your body in a mine.”

  “Ah. Okay.” He chuckled and looked up into the trees.

  Wolf stared at him unmoving, waiting patiently for the semblance of a grin to wither to nothing from the man’s face. He didn’t like how long it took.

  “Alright then. Just so we’re clear.” Wolf turned and walked away.

  Nate Watson’s Watson Geological Services pickup sat in his house driveway; half the windshield locked in frost, the other half dried by the bright morning sun. Wolf pulled in directly behind and got out. He didn’t bother calling before visiting. He knew he would be home, and

  Wolf stepped onto the front porch and looked through the windows. Nate looked up wide-eyed, did a double take at the site of Wolf, and gave him a beckoning hand wave.

  “Hey! What’s going on? How’s it going?” Nate was cooking what seemed to be an ungodly amount of food on a skillet in the kitchen, which smelled like bacon and fresh ground coffee. Wolf’s mouth immediately began watering. “Perfect timing! The skillets almost done, there’s plenty for you too!”

  “Hey man. Uh, cool. I wasn’t fishing for a free breakfast or anything. I just need to talk. But, I’ll take it.”

  “Pffffft, sit down. HONEY! KIDS! Breakfast is ready!”

  A small boy darted into the kitchen almost running into Wolf’s legs.

  “Hey Willy! How you doin’?”

  “Good. Hi Dave,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

  “I came to mooch your food and talk to your dad.”

  “Hey Davey.” Brooke entered the kitchen and squeezed his arm. “What’s up?”

  “Not much. Hey.” Wolf gave her a hug.

  A two kid hurricane blew into the kitchen straight into them.

  “Kids! Chill out!” Brooke stumbled sideways.

  “Hey Dave!”

  “Hey Dave!”

  “Hey Joey, hey Brian.”

  They sat down at the large kitchen table and dug into their plates. Wolf put on an act of normalcy the best he could. He always enjoyed spending time with their family, but as always, it was also a painful reminder of the alternate reality he was so close to having, but didn’t.

  “What’s up Dave?” Brooke studied him. “I hear Sarah’s back?”

  “Ah, yeah. She is. I’ll let Nate tell you all about it a little later.” He turned to the kids, “You guys like being back in school?”

  “Nooooooooo!” They all answered at the same time.

  “Whoa! Easy! What? Isn’t it fun? All I hear from Jack is how fun it is. He says that he and Brian here have a blast — studying hard, doing all their homework, never talking in class, being model students for everyone else.”

  Brian was blushing and forking his eggs with concentration. “Jack did not say that.”

  Wolf looked to the ceiling with a dumb look. “Oh, yeah. Wait…nobody said that. Ever.”

  The kids laughed loud and Wolf gave a knowing look to Nate. Brooke shot him a scolding glance.

  When they finished, Nate set down his napkin, stood up and looked at Wolf. “Hey let’s head outside.”

  Wolf said his goodbyes and stay-out-of-troubles, and they went to the dirt driveway. Wolf reached into his truck and put in a pinch of snuff in his lip. Nate snapped his fingers and Wolf threw the can his way without looking. He caught it and turned his back to the house, taking a pinch.

  Birds chirped and a lone crow cawed in the trees somewhere in the distance, beyond the blinding mist that hung feet from the ground.

  Wolf exhaled hard. “John’s dead.”

  “What?” Nate stepped forward and hugged him before an answer came. Wolf just stood with his arms limp at his sides for a few seconds, then returned the hug. He shuddered a few times with deep sobs, letting all his emotion out in a five second burst. He peeled away from Nate and composed himself with a steely determination.

  “What happened?” Nate was wide eyed.

  “We got a call yesterday from Italy telling us they found his body. He had apparently hanged himself in his apartment.”

  “Jesus…buddy, I’m so sorry.”

  “Yeah, we’re pretty shaken up. I just wanted to ask you a few favors in the next week or so.”

  “Of course. Whatever you need.”

  “I’m leaving town today, heading over to Italy. The thing is, as you know, Sarah is back on the scene as of a few days ago. She’s at Jack’s grandparents. Keep an eye on Jack. When he’s over here with Brian, ask him how things are going.” Wolf spit onto the gravel driveway. “There’s a guy hanging out over there. In fact, just keep an eye on things over there first hand, please. There’s no reason to think this time in rehab would be any different from before, and who knows what kind of guy this is hanging out with her.”

  “I’ll kill anyone who lays a finger on your boy.” Nate’s chin was out, looking Wolf in the eye.

  “All right.” Wolf returned the steely look, then broke into a smile. “Easy Turbo…just beat the living piss out of him if need be. No sense making my job any harder. I don’t want to be pretending I don’t know there are dead bodies in your back yard.” He laughed hard, a flood of emotions pouring out again. “Also, keep an eye on my mom too if you wouldn’t mind. I’ve left a note for Gary, too. But, he could be angry with me about something that happened yesterday.”

  Nate furrowed his brow. “What do you mean? What happened yesterday?”

  “I had to head-butt Derek in the nose. And then some.”

  “Huh.” Nate’s expression was dead pan. “Okay. Yeah, that might be strange. But I’m sure he deserved it, right?”

  “Yeah. He deserved it.” Wolf shook his head. “In fact, be careful around that guy.”

  Nate furrowed his brow and nodded his head.

  Wolf got in his truck and rolled down the window, “Thanks man. I’ll be in touch. You ever been to Italy?”

  “Yeah one summer in college.”

  “Any tips?”

  “Ummmm, yeah, the Peroni beer is good? The pizza is good? What are you doing? Are you going to bring him back? Get all his stuff?”

  “Yep.” Wolf looked out into the thi
nning mist. “And to find whoever killed my brother.”

  Chapter 9

  Wolf drove back into town from Nate’s, straight into the low morning sun on the dusty road. His breathe skipped as he thought about his next and final stop — the station.

  He parked in the south station lot and went through the front entrance.

  Vickie sat still behind the reception glass looking down at an open file. She raised her eyebrows over her red plastic frames and smirked. “Sergeant Wolf. You have been a naughty boy I hear.” Her voice was conspiratorial.

  Wolf rolled his eyes and scanned his card to enter.

  The loud chatter in the Squad Room was snuffed to silence with the clack of the door shutting behind him. Every officer in the room looked in his direction, then awkwardly to files, or computer screens, or a dirty fingernail.

  Wolf stood still and scanned the room. With relief, he didn’t see Connell. He would be just fine if he didn’t see him all morning.

  Sheriff Burton looked up disappointedly, then stood from his desk and looked out the window of his small office. “I don’t know what the hell happened between you two yesterday, and I don’t think I want to know. But keep yourself under control. Play nice with Derek if you see him this morning. In fact, you need to play nice for the rest of your career here, alright?”

  Whether or not that was an admission that Wolf had the job, he still couldn’t tell.

  Burton plopped back in the seat.

  Wolf knew the Sheriff’s old bones were ready to call it quits. He didn’t need any of this so late in the game. Wolf felt a twang of shame.

  Sheriff Burton held out his hands. “Well? You wanna tell me what happened?” He leaned forward on his elbows with wide eyes.

  Wolf looked behind the Sheriff, out the window at the Rocky Peaks Ski Resort in the distance. He focused back on Burton, and shook his head.

  Burton sat back, wheezing through his walrus mustache and crossed his legs. A faint satisfaction gleaned in his eyes. “I hope this little scuffle between you two doesn’t hurt your chances with the town council.”

  “Me neither sir.” A heavy silence sat between them for a beat.