Chapter 2: CHAPTER 2
Tuesday night and Emily goes to the theater. Arriving at
the theatre, at 10 o'clock in the evening, she parks the
car, takes the bag and heads to the entrance. Before one
of her heels arrives she snags at the curb and stumbles.
She falls. Directly above her a man tries to pick her up
and help her.
Jack Rowland:
Madam, are you okay? I saw you stumbling and straight
away I didn't think of anything other than to see if
you're okay.
Emily Dickinson:
Well, I'm thank you. A small scratch on the knee and a
tear on my tights. Thanks for the interest. The truth is
that I was in a hurry not to miss the show, I just
arrived and I'm afraid I might find the door closed.
Jack Rowland:
I understand you. Nothing more hectic than the rush
itself. And nothing nicer than a good theater. But let's
not worry anymore, I see other people heading to the
theater.
He takes his handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes the
woman's knee, while he looks at her intuitively, and so
does she.
Jack Rowland:
Excuse me but your trauma wouldn't make you feel
uncomfortable.
Emily Dickinson:
Thank you, be well. Sorry that your handkerchief got
dirty, but I have to go now. The show begins.
Jack Rowland:
Haha, don't worry about the scarf, all good, I wish you a
good view and good night.
Emily Dickinson:
Good night.
The show was indeed the most impressive that Emily
Dickinson has seen so far, with expensive costumes, sets,
music, a wonderful script and of course a large audience.
After the show is over, she heads to her car to return
home. She enters the car and arrives. She closes the car
door and climbs the outside stairs of the house, opens
the front door...
Monday morning and on the New York Stock Exchange bets
fall one after the other. Two stockbrokers look at the
data of the previous two months and conclude that they
are on the upside. The construction boom of the last
decade contributed to this. The reconstruction of America
as a whole is constantly gaining more and more ground.
At the same time at the bank where Dickinson works, Jack
Rowland arrives, opens the bank door and walks in,
waiting and as soon as he finds the first employee in
front of him, he asks where he could find Mrs. Emily
Dickinson.
Jack Rowland:
Excuse me, that I could find Mrs. Emily Dickinson, I'm
Jack Rowland.
Employees:
2nd floor, 4th office on the left.
Client bank:
Do you know the wait today will take over 2 hours.
Clientele 2 banks:
The movement that the bank is having these days is well
known. Payment days.
They tell each other the two customers, while they both
look at Jack Rowland passing in front of them.
Bank customer:
So be it, we have nothing but to expect.
Clientele 2 banks:
Correctly.
Knock on the door. Slow and typical.
Emily Dickinson:
Please, pass.
Rowland opens the door and enters the office. With her
head bowed, Dickinson hears her being told.
Jack Rowland:
Jack Rowland, my name is Jack Rowland and I'm a police
officer at the New York Police Department.
Doesn't Dickinson have time to lift her eyes and who to
see? But, yes, that's it! Yesterday's man outside the
theater.
Emily Dickinson:
I am very pleased, Emily Dickinson, director of DSA Bank,
but of course it is you! The gentleman who helped me
outside the theatre yesterday!
Jack Rowland:
Haha it really is you, he said, it would not only be luck
but really great pleasure to meet you in less than 24
hours again!
Emily Dickinson:
Really, amazing.
Jack Rowland:
And even here at the bank, at a business appointment! Oh
thank you, I wouldn't want anything, besides I won't sit
for long.
Emily Dickinson:
I hear you.
Jack Rowland:
The reason why I wanted this appointment with you, was to
inform you about the evolution and course of the stolen
mansion plans, the bank's construction company and the
group itself.
Emily Dickinson:
Did we have anything new?
Jack Rowland:
From what we've seen so far, there is no bribery in the
construction company in foreign interest, only Tom
Jackson's move to steal the company's plans and deliver
them in an unknown direction. He was found dead in his
car, without the company's plans having been found on him
or in his entourage.
Emily Dickinson:
Truly tragic.
Jack Rowland:
Obviously, its purpose was achieved and in the end the
plans are already with the man who set up the job. The
final recipient of the plans has not yet been found, nor
what were the reasons for this move, of course. It
remains to be investigated... But the financial part of
the whole affair is clean.
Emily Dickinson:
Yes. I have listened carefully to what you have said to
me, Mr. Rowland. I am pleased with the financial part of
the case, I am sorry for the outcome of the intercepted
official, I look forward to the details of the plans and
where they are located, as well as what the reasons were
for this act; I will wait for your investigations, and I
will be in contact with you; thank you for what you have
done so far.
Jack Rowland:
It is my pleasure, Mrs. Dickinson, to serve you and to
put my duties at the expense of the citizen and the law.
I hope to see you again soon. Thank you for this little
appointment.
Emily Dickinson:
Please, my pleasure to serve and help the law. Jack
Rowland exits the office and quickly heads to the exit of
the bank.
After putting coffee in the coffee maker and preparing a
toast, Jack Rowland turned on the radio to listen to
music and browsed through the newspaper. The news was
telling the front pages about the rise of the stock
market and the markets. After sitting for a while and
eating breakfast while drinking the coffee, he headed to
his room to get dressed and go out.
(He doesn't turn off the radio, he keeps playing)
Meanwhile, the facts about Tom Jackson are running. In
his car were not found some photos or drawings of the
buildings he stole, but a strange piece of paper and a
notebook...
In the morning in the police office, the lieutenant
knocks on Jack Rowland's door.
Jack Rowland:
Please! Pass!
Lieutenant:
Good morning, Mr. Constable. I am putting the following
information to your services in connection with the case
of Tom Jackson.
Jack Rowland:
I hear you. I'm very curious to know exactly what's going
on and what exactly the evidence says.
Lieutenant:
We have in our possession, after searching tom Jackson's
entourage, and his car, a piece of paper and a notebook
that were both found in his car.
Jack Rowland:
Yes. And what exactly do these two elements say? I will
see both after your analysis. I'm all ears.
Lieutenant:
In the clipping of the paper, he obviously writes in his
own way of writing, an external address and a date. In
the notebook he writes detailed financial information,
apparently of the company he worked for or another?
Jack Rowland:
Someone else's?
Lieutenant:
Yes, someone else's, because he doesn't mention anywhere
the name of his company or a word that betrays it. It
remains to be investigated.
Jack Rowland:
Very nice, Sir. The information that you are gaining from
me is very useful and I think that we are at the solution
of a very great mystery, from which many things will be
revealed, which will prove us right.
Lieutenant:
With all due respect, I believe the same.
Jack Rowland:
You did a lot of good work. Thank you. Leave the
evidence, so that I can study them at my leisure. Good
morning.
Before the lieutenant could leave the office and after
leaving the evidence to the police officer, Jack
Rowland's phone rings.
Jack Rowland:
Yes, forward?
In the afternoon of the same day, Emily Dickinson is at
the market for shopping. She buys clothes. As she walks,
she passes outside a car dealership. MASERATI. short
stands and looks at cars. Her gaze sticks to a white
Maserati; she walks in to see her better.
Shop clerk:
Good afternoon. How could I serve you?
Emily Dickinson:
Good evening. I was a passerby, when by accident passing,
my gaze fell on this white Maserati. I would like you to
tell me clearly the price.
Shop clerk:
It's the Maserati Mc20. Model 2020. Price: $200000. If
you want, there are the installments.
Emily Dickinson:
No thank you, if I end up I will pay in cash.
Shop clerk:
Then there will be a small discount from us. We only hope
that you will end up in a positive way.
Emily Dickinson:
Eventually it would take me a little refresh. I think
this car is just me. It expresses me perfectly.
Shop clerk:
But of course, to such a charming and glittering lady, it
would not fit anything less.
Emily Dickinson:
Be well. Thank you for the compliment; when will
everything be ready? Procedural chapters ?
Shop clerk:
At least in two weeks everything will be ready. It is
enough to pay by card, and there is nothing left of us
other than shipping.
Emily Dickinson:
Very nice. I will pay online. It remains to arrange
everything else. She turns out to pay with her card.
After all the details have been sorted out, Dickinson
leaves the store. She goes shopping and arrives at her
Jaguar , opening the door and sitting in the driver's
seat.
She puts the engine forward and quickly moves away from
the spot, while many men turn around and look at it.
In the evening at her house, Emily , lying down with her
nightgown on the couch, and watching an emotional love
film on TV, while she has devoted herself to the film by
eating crisps, her dog throws the bowl. She bends down to
pick up the bowl. Suddenly the phone rings.
Emily Dickinson:
Yes, please?
Jack Rowland:
Yes, good evening Mrs. Dickinson and sorry for the
inconvenience. I took the liberty of calling you at this
hour, because the last details of Tom Jackson's case have
brought us new facts to light.
Emily Dickinson:
I hear you. I am very curious to know exactly what
intrigued you to call me at this time, for this very
tragic case.
Jack Rowland:
We are in possession of two very strong facts and of
course after extensive research of my own I came to a few
conclusions.
Emily Dickinson:
I hear you. What are these conclusions?
Jack Rowland:
You know, some things are probably a little hard to say
over the phone. Could we meet in person to let you know?
Emily Dickinson:
But yes. Naturally. So you want to. You could come back
to my office or...
Jack Rowland:
Yes, I can; I would not want to make you waste your time
out of your workplace unnecessarily; I would prefer your
office.
Emily Dickinson:
Very kind of you. Could you on Wednesday morning at 11
a.m.?
Jack Rowland:
But yes, of course I could. I'll be there.
Emily Dickinson:
Thank you. Have a nice evening.
Jack Rowland:
Good evening.
The phone call didn't last long, and Emily headed to the
kitchen to prepare a small meal for the evening. The dog
runs behind her, while barking...
The next day Jack Rowland is in one of New York's
libraries to read and infuse more into some books about
his profession.
He looks at the time, while continuing to read and search
with fury other books.
(Doo Duke some adults walk with a rapid and heavy step,
next to the policeman.)
Passing:
(quietly towards his friend)
Isn't the books you're looking for in this hallway?
Passing friend 's:
Yes, that's what I think it is. Let's see.
The eye of a passerby falls on a note of the policeman,
while the policeman is on the shelf and looking for other
books.
Oh, no, I don't think my friend. We were wrong. After all
it's not in this hallway. It's in the next...
The two passers-by are removed and leave.
Jack Rowland:
But stop. What do I see here? It looks like...
The policeman, after searching the shelf, finally found a
book that struck him. He picks it up and goes back to the
desk where he was sitting. He sees the cover of the book
that struck him and the clipping of the paper he had with
him. It's the same! He leaves everything and takes the
book to study with him at home at his leisure. He goes to
the library secretary and deposits his details with the
book. He slowly steps out, walks the garden, and goes
home. Syriza passes by a motorcycle with a rider running
like crazy. Rowland raises his gaze and sees the engine
moving away while not having time to see its number.
In the evening of the same day... On his desk, Constable
Jack Rowland has left the book from the library, a
newspaper, and the details of the case he is examining.
He has a heavy workload, but he doesn't put it down. At
the same time in the kitchen, alone, he cooks a small
meal to eat. Suddenly the doorbell rings. He opens the
door and sees the neighbor with a pastry platter.
neighbor:
Good evening, Mr Jack, and I am sorry for the
inconvenience, we have not seen you at all in the last
few days, and I said to fly for a moment to see you; I
have also brought you these sweets here.
Jack Rowland:
Thank you, Mrs. Stevenson. Very polite of you, remember
me and see if I am okay. Lately I had a heavy workload,
so you lost track of me. Oh, sweets! And I had so
convinced them. Let alone your hands. It will be pure
sweets! Thank you.
Neighbor:
It doesn't do anything. The neighbor takes care of the
neighbor and together a family. Don't bother you anymore
though. You seem to have a lot of work to do. Good
continuation and good evening.
Jack Rowland:
Also Mrs. Stevenson. Thank you again and I give you my
promise that in the next few days I will come to your
house to drink coffee. I will immediately try one of your
desserts. Have a nice evening.
Neighbor Stevenson. For years a policewoman's neighbor
and a resident of the neighborhood. Around 70, with a
polite presence and manner. She lives in the neighborhood
with her husband. She has a reputation as the best
amateur gardener and sweet cook.
Rowland closes the door with the platter in hand. He
walks in and leaves her on his desk. He has momentarily
forgotten the kitchen, but directly his mind goes there.
He runs to the kitchen. Luckily everything is in order.
His meal is almost ready. It extinguishes the fire and
pulls the pot out of the eye. He puts food on a plate
while preparing the salad.
The same night at Emily's friend Emily's house.
Emily Dickinson:
really Helen had to see the amount impressive was finally
this Maserati that I bought the other day. Real diamond!
Ellen friend:
Really Emily? Is it so beautiful that it made you go
crazy and change your beautiful Jaguar ?
Emily Dickinson:
Seriously Helen, it's excellent. I'm sorry you didn't see
it, but I had told you to come with me that day in the
shopping, but you had commitments.
Ellen's friend:
Never mind my heart. Soon, as you told me, I will see her
in the yard of your house, along with your Jaguar . I
wish you would enjoy it more than anything else.
Emily Dickinson:
(After drinking a sip of whiskey from the glass he says)
Thank you my friend for your good wishes. As soon as I
take it I will take you for a walk to understand what I
mean.
The same evening, in his office, Jack sits and tastes one
of the sweets of the neighbor. Syrupy. With a very nice
look and taste. He studies his newspaper for a while. He
leaves it and grabs in his hands the piece of paper from
the case he is examining and the book from the lending
library he took. The clipping is the same as the cover of
the book! He starts reading it.
In the morning, Jack prepares to go to his office. After
taking a shower, he gets dressed, leaves. He takes his
bag, the keys of the 2020 Yellow Mercedes AMG GTR and
goes out.
Jack Rowland:
Good morning, Mr Stevenson!
Nick Stevenson:
Good morning, Mr. Rowland. What a bad day today! It's
windy and I can't pick up the fallen leaves from the
trees. It's so cold.
Jack Rowland:
Difficult days that make it difficult to work in the
garden. I hope that the weather will pick up later in the
day.
Nick Stevenson:
But of course that is what I hope for.
Jack Rowland:
Say a big thank you to your wife for yesterday's sweets.
It was great! Schedon, I ate it all.
Nick Stevenson:
Haha, it doesn't do anything. Glad you liked it. It is
her mother's homemade recipe, which she has from her
grandmother...
Jack Rowland:
Oh I understood. That's why they had a dose of double and
triple success. I will bring you one of these days the
platter, to drink and no coffee.
Nick Stevenson:
But of course, Mr. Rowland, so you want to.
Jack Rowland:
But excuse me, Mr. Stevenson. I have to go. Have a nice
day.
Nick Stevenson:
Good morning.
Jack moves on and arrives at the garage. He gets out with
his yellow Mercedes, gets on the road and leaves at
speed, and he reaches the police in his car. He takes
His bag; he gets out of the car. He climbs the steps of
the service.
Emily is in her office at the bank. Her hand playing
rhythmically with the pen, on the desk. Soft music. In
front of the computer she sees the markets and the stock
market. Knocking on a door.
Emily Dickinson:
Please! Pass!
Secretary:
Sorry Mrs. Dickinson, but I have brought you here the
financial and construction data and plans of the company
that you asked me to do.
Emily Dickinson:
Thank you. Leave them here.
Emily Dickinson:
At 11 o'clock today I have an appointment with Mr. Jack
Rowland. Please, as soon as you come to allow him to
pass.
Secretary:
But of course Mrs. Dickinson. I'll pass it on directly.
Emily Dickinson:
You can get back to work now.
Secretary:
Yes, Mrs. Dickinson.
The secretary walks out while the office door closes.
Emily stays for hours and studies the evidence her
secretary has left her. After a while, Constable Rowland
arrives at the bank in his yellow car. After a while,
Jack tells the secretary.
Jack Rowland:
Good morning. My name is Jack Rowland and I have a date
with Mrs. Emily Dickinson.
Secretary:
Oh, of course!
Suddenly the secretary is dry-up here.
Secretary:
Mr. Rowland. Mrs Dickinson is waiting for you in the
middle, and please pass.
The door opens and Rowland enters.
Jack Rowland:
Good morning Mrs. Dickinson. I hope I was not late.
Emily Dickinson:
Haha, but of course and as always on time, Mr. Rowland.
Spend. Sit.
Jack Rowland:
Let me remind you that the case is still ongoing, and the
evidence is a little fresh. I've brought here with me,
whatever can help you to analyze this.
Emily Dickinson:
Of course I remember that. You know before you came I did
a little research on the finances and not just the
company's data. Here are the photos of the drawings of
the buildings that were stolen.
Jack Rowland:
Oh, very interesting, Mrs. Dickinson. Let me remind you
that the economics of the construction company so far are
clean.
Emily Dickinson:
Yes, that's what I understood after my research. However,
the economic element remains to be investigated, and not
only abroad. What about that?
Jack Rowland:
You know, as for that, Mrs. Dickinson, it remains to be
investigated. It is not that easy to mix up the outside
world and its affairs. If let alone the money is black.
Emily Dickinson:
I understand. And what happens in this case?
Rowland' s quick gaze falls one on Dickinson's breast and
one on the window.
Jack Rowland:
It remains to be researched by us, in person, by
traveling or traveling abroad. So that all aspects of the
matter that concern us can be investigated.
Emily Dickinson:
I understand. But we have been talking for so long, and I
have not offered you anything. What would you like me to
treat you to?
Jack Rowland:
Oh, it's not necessary. While on duty you know, I'm not
used to getting anything. Thank you.
Emily Dickinson:
Very nice. Let's continue. So how could I help with the
final outcome?
Jack Rowland:
you could perhaps though still be the beginning with
handing us all the elements of the construction. And of
course with the bank. Whether financially or not there is
some possibility of bribery...
Emily Dickinson:
Understandable. I will prepare everything for you.
At this point Rowland lights up his pipe.
Jack Rowland:
Excuse me but I would like to smoke if it doesn't bother
you.
Emily Dickinson:
Oh, but of course, it doesn't bother me smoke freely. The
window is also open.
Jack Rowland:
You know, in addition to what I have asked you, I may be
asked to do more from my superiors.
Emily Dickinson:
Yes, I understand. I will be at your disposal and your
service.
Suddenly Dickinson's phone rings. The time is about 12.
He immediately picks up the phone. On the other line is
the Dickinson car garage.
Emily Dickinson:
Yes, please?
Workshop:
Good evening, Mrs. Dickinson. We have news about your
car. You know, it will be delayed today, and you will
most likely have it tomorrow.
Emily Dickinson:
But you know, it puts me in a very difficult position
right now. I thought it would be ready today.
Workshop:
Nah, Mrs. Dickinson has an electronic fault that is
preventing us at the moment from seeing it.
Emily Dickinson:
Yes, I understand. I will definitely wait for my car to
be ready tomorrow.
Workshop:
Yes, Mrs. Dickinson.
The headmistress hangs up. Come back to Rowland
says.
Emily Dickinson:
Sometimes, we have to leave the commitments made for the
weekend. But come on, they get worse.
Jack Rowland:
Yes I understand. You are right. How many times have I
not suffered the same.
Emily Dickinson:
I have my car in the garage these days because of a minor
breakdown. And right now they put me in a very difficult
position. I don't have what to go home with.
Jack Rowland:
Oh, excuse me Mrs. Dickinson with all the joy and
kindness I would like to accompany you to your house,
this time.
Emily Dickinson:
But I wouldn't want to bother you. You have so much
workload.
Jack Rowland:
I don't hear anything. I'll take you to your house. It
will make me feel more secure, since you will be in my
hands.
Emily Dickinson:
all right. So be it.
Emily gets up from the office, grabs her cape and bag,
passing in front of Rowland while he passes his hand
around her waist and leaves it quickly. They come out of
the office together.
Coming out, Emily tells her secretary
Emily Dickinson:
I will suspend the work earlier today.
Secretary:
As you think Mrs. Emily. Besides, you don't have to see
any other appointments today. Have a beautiful day.
Emily Dickinson:
Thank you Anna.
Jack and Emily move forward together. They both enter the
elevator. The private elevator is a little small and they
touch each other. Emily presses the button for the ground
floor. It doesn't take long for her to be on the ground
floor. They walk together and go out. They head to Jack's
car. Rowlough opens the passenger door. Dickinson sits
while he looks at her feet, and sits in his seat.
Jack Rowland:
I don't think you are afraid of the way I drive. You know
I'm driving a little fast.
Emily Dickinson:
Nothing scares me. You know I drive at speed, but not
with nerves, like you do.
Jack Rowland:
Haha fit I see.
Emily Dickinson:
You bothered to take me to my house. You know it would be
a little unprofitable for me to go today with so much
traffic by taxi.
Jack Rowland:
Say your taxi is me. Private and police. Haha, many
sometimes take me for a taxi.
Emily Dickinson:
Haha, because of the yellow color! Very impressive and
charming for a police officer. Original I would
done.
Jack Rowland:
Thank you. But how about we stop and eat some hot dogs in
hand here in the car? You know I drink a little bit.
Emily Dickinson:
However you want.
A few meters below, a hot dog shop is located further
away. Rowland stops the car and goes down to buy two hot
dogs. He enters the shop. Emily stays in the car looking
around the area. Not a few seconds pass and he lowers the
mirror of the car to freshen up a little. He makes up
while looking at the side of the mirror pointing back.
That's where Rowland is seen with the hot dogs in hand.
He opens the door, walks in, sits down, gives a hot dog
to Dickinson and puts the machine in front. While his
hand gives her the hot dog his hand caresses hers. After
a while she pulls it in a way, while he smiles at her,
bending her eyes.
Jack Rowland:
I hope you like hot dogs. It's in the flavors that I
prefer.
Emily tries the hot dog
Emily Dickinson:
Very nice. I have not tried such flavors. A little spicy.
Here's special.
Jack Rowland:
Two and three and four in the seat I can eat, that says
the reason...
Suddenly a little sauce from the hot dog falls into
Dickinson's dress. Rould is slow to figure it out. Emily
shakes and says ah! Rowland turns around and sees her
dress. He catches his handkerchief straight away and for
the second time takes the sauce from her dress. She wipes
while she caresses her a little.
Jack Rowland:
I wouldn't want to look rude but the sauce soiled you and
I just hope I didn't make it worse. You know your
dress...
Emily Dickinson:
I became a mess, and me and the dress. Oh, but it doesn't
matter. Soon we arrive at my house. A few meters below.
Two blocks in front.
Jack Rowland:
You don't stay very far from your job, I just hope I
didn't embarrass you with the hot dog.
Emily Dickinson:
But what do you say. We said that.
Two blocks in front and Rowland's car arrived at
Dickinson's house. After he switched off the machine, he
got out of the car and opens the door to Dickinson, and
he comes out of the car.
They arrive at the entrance door.
Emily Dickinson:
Thank you for your trouble. If it wasn't for this bug and
the delay of the workshop now you would be at home. It
troubled you, sorry.
Jack Rowland:
What a hassle Emily! You'll allow me to talk in the
singular right?
Emily Dickinson:
But, yes. After all, we are almost the same age. Let's
talk in the singular.
Jack Rowland:
From the day I saw you outside the theater I can't forget
you with anything.
Emily Dickinson:
Oh, what do you say! After all, nothing is happening. A
random event of two people who...
Jack Rowland:
That luck made them meet more than once and even get to
know each other better beyond the work part.
Emily Dickinson:
really luck sometimes...
Jack Rowland:
What does it have in store for us...
Emily Dickinson:
You know I have to go. I have a heavy workload. Like you.
Thank you for what you have done for me today. Sorry I
got your car dirty.
Jack Rowland:
Which car do I have? You got dirty. That's your dress. Be
well. It doesn't do anything. Always willing and in your
own services. Have a beautiful day. Good follow-up.
Emily Dickinson:
Good luck to you too. I'll wait for your newest. Have a
nice day.
Jack Rowland:
I'll call you for newer ones. And for a new appointment.
Adieu.
Jack goes back to his car and walks in while he watches
her enter her house. She walks in and closes the door.
She leaves her bag on the bedside table. She moves
towards her room as she starts taking off her soiled
dress. She heads to the bathroom. Jack is on the street
while returning to the other side of his house. He drives
while suddenly his phone rings.
Jack Rowland:
Yes, forward?
Duty officer:
Yes, good morning Constable Rowland. I have to tell you
that we have developments around the case of Tom Jackson.
Could you go back to the service now?
Jack Rowland:
But, of course, sir. I return immediately.
The policeman makes his way back to his service. While he
hangs up his phone. After a while he arrives back at his
service. He parks, takes his bag and gets out of the car.
He quickly climbs the steps of the service, upper two
types descend the stairs next to him. It's in front of
the officer's door. He knocks on the door and walks in.
Jack Rowland:
Did you ask me, Mr. Officer? I am at your disposal.
Officer:
Yes, you know I asked you sir. The Jackson case brings us
to the forefront of new evidence.
Jack Rowland:
I'm all ears sir officers. What exactly is going on?
Officer:
What's going on?... To have in our possession and in our
suspicions, two firm elements, . One is the paper snippet
we found along with the notebook in Jackson's car, and
the other is the financial details.
Jack Rowland:
Yes, I hear you...
Officer:
So, as far as the clipping is concerned, it clearly shows
an external address. Regarding the financial data we have
a remittance in Jackson's name in the country again that
reads the clipping. We analyzed and searched the address
of abroad. It's in Europe. Milan and Italy in general.
Jack Rowland:
Very interesting all this.
Officer:
Yes, it is. So it stays with you as a policeman since you
undertake the case to travel abroad, to find more
evidence and of course the solution of the mystery.
Jack Rowland:
Thank you for making the mission available to me. I will
do everything possible and carry out to do as best I can,
and to be worthy of your trust. I will travel abroad as
soon as possible.
Officer:
One moment, Rowland. I'm not done yet. You will not be
alone in this mission. You need special permission to
investigate the financial part of the banks. Something
you can't do on your own.
Jack Rowland:
I understand. So what should be done? And why did you say
that I can't be alone in this mission?
Officer:
The only policeman who can infiltrate this case into the
'secrets' of the banks is the director of the DSA Bank; I
only hope she will accept this adventure, but you know
there is no other way and the case will not be opened up.
Jack Rowland:
Yes, that's right. There is no other way. All that
remains is for Mrs. Dickinson to accept. I could call
her...
Officer:
No, not so! In order for her to be more responsible, I
will call her and ask her personally, and I will probably
ask her for an appointment in my office.
Jack Rowland:
Wonderfully. I think it's the best. I'll wait for your
news.
Officer:
Okay, you can go.
The constable exits the officer's office and heads to his
office, while not missing an opportunity to hurt the
secretary.
Jack Rowland:
What became Claire? How is business going? Should I come
and help you a little bit?
Secretary:
Stop teasing Jack. You know I'm drowning these days at
work and you don't waste time...
Jack Rowland:
To...
Secretary:
Start yours again. Leave me please because I don't have
time. But what did the officer want you and did you come
back again?
Jack Rowland:
Oh, service jobs. Nothing more. Flee. Good afternoon
Claire.
Secretary:
Good afternoon...
The next morning, to the police. The officer of the
service enters the vestibule of the service, proceeds
with envelopes in his hands, towards the entrance of his
office; he approaches his secretary and tells her.
Officer:
Good morning, Mrs. Claire.
Secretary:
Good morning. How could I serve you sir?
Officer:
I would like the phone call of Mrs. Emily Dickinson, the
director of DSA Bank.
Secretary:
But of course, to find it right away.
She searches for a while in her phone book and after a
while, after noting it on a paper, she gives it to the
officer.
Secretary:
There you have it, Mr. Officer. It's this here. I wrote
it to you on paper.
Officer:
Thank you, Mrs. Claire. After no 15 minutes, please get
ready and bring me my coffee.
Secretary:
Of course, Mr. Officer. At your disposal.
The officer turns his back on his secretary and enters
the office. He turns on his computer and looks a little
outside, short stands, takes deep breaths and sits at his
desk. He sees for a while the files he has to study. He
takes his watch out of his pocket and looks at it. 10:15
in the morning. After a while his phone rings.
Officer:
Yes, you say?
It's official. After he finishes his phone call and
before he can close it, the door knocks on.
Officer:
Yes, please?
She's his secretary with coffee.
Secretary:
Sorry, your coffee sir officer.
Officer:
Thank you. Leave him here.
He calls his phone handset.
Secretary:
Do you want me, sir, anything else?
Officer:
No, thank you, Mrs. Claire, you can go.
He drinks a couple of puffs from his coffee, and sees the
paper with the headmistress's phone. He takes it in his
hands, looks at it. He lifts the headset and calls the
bank manager to the other line.
Emily Dickinson:
Yes, please?
Officer:
Good morning, Mrs. Dickinson. I call you from the police
department, from which the other day our policeman had
visited you. I am the officer of the service.
Emily Dickinson:
I hear you. What would you like from me?
Officer:
Because of a very serious development in the case that
concerns us. I would like to meet you here in my office
to see you in person. What would you say?
Emily Dickinson:
Of course, whenever you want. When can I visit you?
Officer:
How about next week, day Monday 8 o'clock in the
afternoon?
Emily Dickinson:
A moment to see my appointment... Oh but of course yes on
Monday I can. Of course. I'll be there.
Officer:
Thank you. I will be waiting for you.
the officer hangs up the phone and starts studying the
files he has on his desk, while also taking a look at the
computer. Suddenly after a while and while he is lying on
the envelopes, Dean Dean is heard a sound from his
computer. It's an email. Emails from the Italian
services tell him that the evidence he had sent them from
Tom Jackson's clipping is true, and that they will expect
new york services to do the case they are looking for.
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