Real Novel Chapter Fifteen

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Lieutenant Guthrie waited at the airport for Sergeant Anderson, who would arrive at any minute now. Knowing that Anderson had been working together with Scoletti when he'd had been living in Australia, he was hoping Anderson could help him with the investigation.

When the plane had finally arrived at the airport and Anderson checked out, he could see a large-framed elderly man waiting on the outside of the building. He recognized, or at least thought it must be, the angry Lt. that had called him last night. He wondered why he had accepted Lt. Guthrie's invitation to come to this lazy town on the other side of the world, but guessed it was just his interest in seeing old Big Tony dead that had made him return.

"So who are our suspects so far?", Guthrie asked Anderson when they drove in to the town, wasting little time. He had a feeling this would take a while and didn't want to get bogged down with pleasantries.

Anderson sighed, "We don't have a clue. Big Tony wasn't exactly the most popular man around, so the list is almost endless." While walking into the mortuary where the body of late Big Tony was stored, he felt the old memories creeping into his brain again. Tony had been a shit of a bastard back in the days I'd known him and I don't believe for a second that Big Tony would have changed in any way before he was killed.

Anderson had done his investigation about the death of Keepsake, and he had come to the solution that it was just an old hard drinking bum that had drived over him. He had been able to get the old man to admit that he had done it by purpose, because a beatiful lady had payed him 100 bucks for doing so. It hadn't been hard to guess that the lady in question had been Kate Cafelnakov, but she had unfortunatley leaved Australia before he had been able to catch her. Then last night he had got a new call from Lt. Guthrie from the States who had been extremly keen at getting him over to the States as fast as possible on the demands of his investigation of Big Tonys death. And so he was here now walking among bodies who lied stored waiting for the post-mortem to be done. He feelt a little bit depressed as always in mortuaries, because he feelt that the dead bodies kind of symbolising or saying that he, himself would be dead some day, and then his own body would also be lying in a mortuary.

-This is the body of Mr Scoletti, a man said who had accompanied Sgt. Anderson and Lt. Guthrie in the mortuary. Anderson looked at the blue face of Big Tony, it was wretched and very unlike the face of Big Tony he remembered, but then Big Tony was dead now, and he hadn't seen him for a little while now. And after a while when he had examined the body with the new bullet wounds and all, he was sure it really was Scolletti. Not only had he the tattoo of the Tango unit, but also the marks of old wounds from battles and fights they had been in together in the army days.

"Well?" Lt. Guthrie asked, "Is it really him? Do you reckognize him?" "Yes, I do, it's really Tony Scoletti" Sgt Anderson said, while he was thinking of the fact that the case of the Tango Poisoner was almost closed now, he just had to get Cafelnakov tracked down, so that he might get some real evidence of that Big Tony really had been the murderer.

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