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ashamed for not having more, that did divide us in the past, so I did not see why they would have united us now”.
    “You were in touch anyway? I mean ...”.
    “Yes, we were, Commissioner, sometimes he came here to Monaco but more often it was me to go and see him in Italy, the last time was just last week”.
    “Last week?”.
    “Yes, I arrived on Saturday and I came back to Germany on Tuesday, four days ago, to be exact”.
    “How did you see him?”.
    “My father wanted to make everything look normal but ...”.
    “What are you referring to, when saying everything , exactly?”.
    “Our situation ... but I can not say I found him sad or worried, he was ... normal”.
    “Okay ... I need a confirmation that only you could give me at the moment ... did your father teach only piano?”.
    “At first; but then during the second part of his career, he also began to study the violin, so lately he used to teach how to play violin as well, or at least that's what he told me”.
    “It's probably the truth ... what can I say ...? I promise you that we will do our best to find out who killed your father”.
    To this last statement of the commissioner, Ms. Corinna Adler answered hinting of a smile, then, realizing how their conversation was concluded, she rose and led Germano outside the apartment.
    Once they got to the elevator, the German girl began to behave as if she didn’t want the commissioner to leave; Vincent Germano noticed how her glance was so different from the one she had directed to him throughout the recent interview, as if she wanted to actually add something else. That’s why the commissioner thought it was a good idea to wait a few seconds before to called the elevator up to the third floor.
    “May I ask you something, Germano? Although I would not be legally allowed to”.
    “Sure”.
    “Find out who killed my father, do it”.
    The nod that the commissioner made with ​​his head, seemed to be enough to Corinna Adler, who remained standing there, motionless, for the next long while, until she saw the Germano’s face disappearing behind the elevator doors.
    Theodor Kaiser, who in the meantime had managed to get almost to the end of the book he was reading, was actually surprised at seeing Germano already going back after half an hour; remembering, indeed, the meeting they had with Ms. Singer, he had predicted for himself a long wait to be served with the pages of a good book.
    From the moment he sat in the car until they were back to the police station, the Italian commissioner was not very talkative; during the ride, his German colleague, as Germano had already had the opportunity to appreciate, made ​​no questions and did not even seem to search for some indiscretion on the investigation.
    The two had lunch together in one of the many Italian restaurants in Monaco of Bavaria, whose sign recited “ Da Piero ”, that was actually no more than three blocks from the district of the German Polizei .
    Once seated at the table, Germano allowed himself to give some information about the words of the two women; he confessed to the German commissioner that these meetings, although they did not provide overwhelming evidences, surely would have allowed the Italian Police to be less groping in the dark.
    Theodor Kaiser, however, seemed to appreciate the attempt to share the investigation, despite the confidence that such situations usually require; once they paid the bill, they finally returned to their offices.
    Germano’s office, equipped with all the essential tools during that short stay, hosted the Italian commissioner for more than two hours that afternoon, during which, in addition to a reordering of his notes, he found also some time to make a phone call to the Bel Paese .
    “Hello”.
    “Angelo? It’s Vincent”.
    “Hey boss! How’s Germany? Cold?”.
    “Angelo ... these stereotypes from peanuts ... it’s sunny actually, maybe you’ll see me even more tanned than usual when I’ll be