(This is a rush translation. The version may not be in its final form.)
Momai was on vacation in the south, on a remote, but recently augmented beach with little shops, grocery store, banks, a hotel, full of flowered houses and lawns. A book about ancient empires, wine. It was his refuge from what people continued to call a city, Sao Paulo. His daughter had run away with her boyfriend, found selling handicrafts in Florianópolis. When he was already losing his self in the midst of metropolitan chaos ... There had been new stiff, an extra as a "secret service" consultant, the intelligence police. In this town, the most terrible crime was the disappearance of a neighbor's dog. Tyr, the god of war, slept peacefully in his wallet.
"Feel honored. It seems like crimes like you," Helio said on his cell phone. He was going, the case of a wealthy businessman in the Rio Grande do Sul had caused the police to request special advice.
The man had died of unknown cause (no heart, no sharp object, etc.) in a "hermetically sealed" environment. No sign of break-in in the house. He had been found in her quarters by her niece-in the middle of the night, she had heard, from her bedroom, that it was conjugated, a desperate cry. His uncle's door was open and he was agonizing beside her. You can only say "Callipolis". At this moment the brother-in-law arrived, an alcoholic despised by him, who spent the nights away.
In the old mansion, they were welcomed by the housekeeper, Dona Schultz, a haughty lady with cold blue eyes and a pearl necklace a bit extravagant for her function.
- He was a little paranoid. We have a high wall that surrounds the entire property, with cameras and electric fence. About fifteen years ago, thugs entered this house, and since then he has had iron bars placed in the window and never slept without locking the doors. If you touch those walls, as movie detectives do, you will see that they are as solid as a castle.
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There was a saber on the wall and a candle on the table. What if there was no light?
- He took things out of the place? It looks neat.
- Yes, he broke a lamp by the bed, sure as he tried to get up, dropped this chair and opened the door by dropping the iron wrench.
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Momai glanced quickly at the jail, the key and the bars of the window.
"With that, did he call you?" He pointed to a rope that, passing through the ventilation duct, descended over the pillow.
"It happened only twice in all these years. He feared a collapse in the middle of the night. She goes into my room, goes through a small room next door. If you were attacked, why did not you call me?
Then he spoke to the gardener, a sullen, half-delirious man who was certain to see characters in the garden who had long spied on the master.
At the funeral, Momai watched the tearful niece, with her lilac hair and piercings, her still-red-looking brother-in-law, and the housekeeper.
"Did they have an affair?" he asked the young woman.
"Yes, but they held no resentment. As a young woman, they traveled together to Africa, where she worked as a volunteer nurse. He hired her. She served him even after he began his decade-long relationship with Giulio, an Italian marketer from whom he separated a year ago. He was depressed.
"Are you going to inherit everything?"
"Yes. Is not it wonderful?" My father became a rag after Mother died. My uncle explored me for years, a private emotional jail, and now he sets me free. Only the farm was in Giulio's name.
"You were the first person to enter the room. Was there something special to describe?
Nothing. Oh, yes, maybe. After the police's expertise, the room had been cleared for cleaning. I found that very strange. I even had the impression of seeing Dona Schultz cleaning even the chair, the grills, and the chime of the bell. Bizarre.
Hélio asked while Momai had his coffee with a cigar (he never found it in Sao Paulo):
"Callipolis is Plato's ideal city?"
- Exactly. I told you, the thing was bigger, as I predicted that Deputy Coriolanus was organizing an extermination group.
"The police ended up investigating the case. Was good. At least he was dismissed by the ethics committee. But now ... Who knows, the companion can give us some more facts?
"Helium, you know ... You can not create science by piling facts. I create the most bizarre theory that I am capable of and, if it is the most probable and nothing to deny, I take it for truth. I'm antiSherlock.
Giulio told me on webcam that he was certain of the murder.
"He had taken most of our most valuable paintings. We were probably going to start a legal battle. I will not be rude, violent and irascible, but a good man. We would be together if ... Well, I can only say that there were secrets, secret phones, sealed letters, there was an inevitable annual meeting somewhere in Sicily and I could never know what it was ... I can not live with lies! It was ten years of happiness, but ... I just feel like I'm not important.
Skill analyzed the rope. Dona Schultz was detained on remand. Ambiguous but important letters were found on a false room wall.
"The last case made me think of an international organization acting on philosophical convictions. For Plato, the government should be in the hands of kings-philosophers. It is not improbable that he had decided to abandon the cause. As for murder, the only way to get into the room would be through this ventilation duct, through the rope. Soon I thought of something that had run through it but then disappeared. Like in an old opus. A deadly, unknown vegetable poison that had somehow evaporated. Even so, she was careful to clean the rope ...
"Is the killer connected to the last "prophet psychopath "? But how...
"He went insane and exposed the corporation. Could they do it another time? There are cases where the present state completely determines the future without seeming to do so, appearing to be random. Berkeley said, "to be is to be perceived." Now, they know I know.
Afonso Junior Ferreira de Lima
2013
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