scene; donât touch anything.â
The investigation gained a little momentum after that. Within twenty minutes both the chief and the Bayfield County sheriff were at the scene. Ninety minutes later, investigators from the Wisconsin DCI arrived, and the FBI was notified. A bulletin was issued, searches were made, guests were interviewed, the crime scene was processed.
âWhat did they come up with?â I asked.
Donatucci tapped the reports in front of me.
âA lot of paper,â he said.
âIâd be approaching the case four days late, five if I start tomorrow. Do you honestly believe Iâll find anything that they missed?â
âItâs possible. Fresh eyes. People in town settling down, not as cautious. Besides, the cops carry badges. Most people are nervous if not downright afraid to talk to them, including the innocent. Youâll be carrying something thatâll make them much more willing to cooperate.â
âWhatâs that?â
âTwo hundred and fifty thousand dollars.â
Except youâd be an idiot to actually carry it around with you, my inner voice said. Not unlike leaving a priceless violin in your bedroom while you take a stroll.
âSo?â Donatucci said. âAre you in?â
It was my turn to tap the reports.
âIâm going to take these with me,â I said.
âIâd be disappointed if you didnât.â
âIâll leave tomorrow morning.â
âHave a safe trip. Keep in touch.â
âWhy donât you come with me?â
The idea seemed to appeal to him at first, but after a brief hesitation Donatucci began shaking his head.
âItâll be fun,â I said. âIâve been to Bayfield before. Thereâs this bar with a verandah on the lakeshore. We can lounge there in between interviews. Drink craft beers. Catch some rays. Watch the girls.â
âI know the placeââhe hesitated for a moment before continuingââI havenât been there for years, but I know the place youâre talking about.â
Uh-huh.
âYou know, Mr. Donatucci, you didnât need to send a formal invitation, trying to use reverse psychology to get me to take the job,â I said. âAll you had to do was pick up a phone.â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
Of course not.
âI mean it,â I said. âCome with me.â
âIâd just slow you down.â
âIâm not asking you to jog down the beach. Just hang out. I could always use some good advice.â
âMy advice? Donât ever get old.â
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I dropped the files on the front seat of my car and made a call before driving off. I was a little surprised when Genevieve answered her own phone, reciting, âBonalay and Associates, Attorneys at Law.â
âG. K.,â I said, âitâs me.â
âI knew it, McKenzie. Youâre going to ignore my advice and go after the violin.â
âWhat if I had a letter stating that I was acting on the Maestroâs behalf?â
âDuclos doesnât own the violin.â
âYes, but you said heâs entitled to possession, soâ¦â
âA letter wonât help if the county attorney decides to prosecute.â
âThatâs the thing, though. If I do recover the violin, I doubt either the foundation or the insurance company will press charges.â
âIt doesnât work that way. The way the state looks at it, the crime wasnât committed against the foundation; it was committed against its citizens. If the prosecutor wants the case to go forward, itâs going forward.â
âYeah, but if the foundation refuses to cooperateâ¦â
âThat makes it tougher. On the other hand, if the prosecutor calls out the foundation in the media for dealing with criminalsâtell me, do you think theyâll stand up to all the bad