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Stacie that morning was showing off bags under her eyes worthy of the best insomnia.

“Hi Frank, what’s new?”

“Good morning, Stacie, you don’t look well. I’ll try to cheer you up with some fresh news. I know well that, when you start working, whatever your discomfort is, then it goes away.”

“You’re absolutely right. Tell me everything then.”

“I had a chat with the coroner, doctor Andrea Coretti. The weapon that provoked the mortal cut to the throat was a switchblade, while the eyeball could have been removed with the same knife used for the murder as well as with a fruit corer.” Frank was excited, not at all disgusted by those macabre particulars. He couldn’t give any sense to the information received by the coroner, but he was sure that Stacie knew how to interpret them.

“Well, we know that the killer didn’t use common weapons. He might not be a professional killer. Are there any fingerprints?”

“Apparently not.”

“Did your coworker Michael give you any useful detail?”

“Unfortunately not.” Frank, as it usually happened to him when he was embarrassed, took his eyes off Stacie. After all, he didn’t come with big news.

In that moment Officer Pet came to call the two of them.

“Please, follow me in the Boss’ office. There’s something you two should know.”

Frank and Stacie looked at each other with a mixed expression of surprise and dismay.

“Guys, I called you because horror is spreading in the Brooklyn neighborhood. To people and newspapers the killer is known as the ‘Cut-throat’ and, as predictable, the press won’t easily look away from a such a juicy prey...”

Besides Stacie and Frank, on Jack Folasky’s office there were about twenty agents engaged at the Detective Bureau.

“... So, we’re in front of two priorities now. The Cut-throat and the pressure of the public opinion. I demand maximum commitment. Sergeant John Cutter will help with the investigation together with Frank Berrimow and obviously Stacie Scott, DA’s assistant.”

Stacie walked out of that room thoughtful. The time available wasn’t never enough in those cases, especially if there was the fear that another murder could happen.

Frank got close to her just in that moment and tried to change the atmosphere that was definitely serious. Frank didn’t take John Cutter’s designation in the wrong way. Maybe this way he would have run out of some responsibility.

“Stacie, tomorrow evening my wife will force me to attend a boring charity evening. Why don’t you come with us? There’ll be a lot of powerful people from New York. You know how these things work. It could be a good way to change scenery and clear your head.”

“I don’t know what to say, but after all you got a point.”

Stacie thought that changing scenery could really give her some ideas. Things were getting damn serious and she needed to find a starting point.

The following evening, Frank, in the company of his wife Shona and Stacie, went to the Empire State Building. At the hundred-second floor there was taking place a gala event organized by the second world war’s veterans committee. There were old soldiers that wore with pride their best uniforms accompanied by their relatives, that followed them sometimes proud, and in some other cases clearly bored. The hall was perfectly staged. American flags and banners were everywhere. It wasn’t missing the usual full buffet. A Captain dead a few weeks before was commemorated in occasion of this evening.

“Shona, how is it that you’re so bounded to these memorials?” Stacie broke the ice.

“My dad died in war. Anyone who had a parent engaged in a war such as the second world war or Vietnam is marked for life. And if your dad doesn’t come back with his legs, I don’t know if you can understand how strong can pain be. These occasions are needed to share emotions and keep the memory alive.”

“You’re right. Pain is an intimate emotion and I deeply respect every attempt to relieve the sufferance caused from a human loss.”

Stacie didn’t lose a loved one in war, but what had happened to Sam in Fort Tryon Park was really close to a battle. As if it wasn’t enough Sam had passed away because of a cancer, the only feeling of not having him anymore with her destroyed her, so she really understood Shona’s words.

While Stacie and Shona were talking sipping an aperitif, two men came close, a veteran who moved slowly forward with his stick accompanied by a man on his forties.

“Hello, if I may disturb. You are lawyer Stacie Scott, aren’t you?”

The man in his 40s clearly showed to know already the answer.

“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?” Stacie was surprised, but the fact that someone recognized her wasn’t new anymore.

“Downtown I read about that tragic murder in Brooklyn. Maybe you could tell us something more. Does the police suspect about anyone?”

Stacie felt kind of annoyed by both the question and the fact that she didn’t have any clue about how to answer.

“The Police is working hard. I’m doing my consultancy job on behalf of the District Attorney. I can’t tell you anything, but we’ll do everything possible to put behind bars that psycho.”

In the meantime, Frank heard the statement and appreciated Stacie’s way to decouple. They had no lead, that was the truth. That couldn’t be shouted out from the rooftops.

“I’m sure of it. The killer has his days numbered. If he would have known that Stacie Scott was going to follow the case, he would have thought of it twice before cutting that man’s throat.”

“You’re overestimating me. Anyway I get your compliments as an omen. I don’t seem to have heard your name, though.”

“You can call me Matt.”

Matt neatly said goodbye and went away in the crowd. Maybe he was the son of that soldier or of a man dead in the second world war. Stacie understood that the interest caused from that murder was stronger than she thought. The fear that a killer was around on the loose was a lot and a second crime would create panic among the public opinion.

Frank praised Stacie for the way she had answered that man. It was unavoidable, in a public place, to risk to expose themselves with people’s questions. Although, Stacie managed not to lose her temper.

Between chats and some drinks a couple more hours passed before the evening came to an end and Stacie could go back home.

Ailanthus

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