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By Kitty Angel · Posted
She's still feeling frustrated because her partner isn't being completely honest with her; and he doesn't trust her judgement. Maybe she needs to calm down and think more. I'll admit, there are moments when she's refusing to acknowledge her feelings just because the actual investigation thread has too many clues to place, so her introspection needs to wait until a certain part of the investigation. It's tricky to balance at times. Glad someone's still reading. And if you're hoping for more babygirl scenes, it hopefully won't be too long to wait. 124. Dead Messages Isadora had given herself ten minutes to work on the two translations. Over the last couple of days she’d been staring at the piece of notepaper where she’d written them down a dozen times, but the words weren’t an important part of her investigation so she’d rarely spent more than a few minutes at a time poring over the dictionaries. Today she had intended to speak to Brock as soon as he got home, about both her plan and her recent deductions. Maybe focusing his attention on Geoffrey would help him to trust her again. But when she’d checked how far away he was, she had seen him turning into the driveway at the Glaze house. Maybe something to do with Committee business, or the golf handicap situation. But even if it was a flying visit, she didn’t want to be sitting at the kitchen table until her partner returned. That made it a perfect opportunity to have one more look at those translations. She would check his position again after ten minutes, and repeat until he was actually on the way home so that she would be ready for him. Opening dictionaries had to be better than sitting with her hands in her lap, everything on hold. The Latin one was almost there. It had been easy to remember what it said, even if she didn’t know all of the words. She’d looked them up, and she knew they all now. It was the grammar that had been the problem rather than the vocabulary. The middle section that had kept nagging at her. The feeling she'd had on the walk home, that this was a piece of shorthand for something, a translation of something that existed first in another language, just wouldn’t go away. She had gone to bed last night with it unresolved and woken up with it still sitting at the back of her mind, patient and waiting. “I will motivate you from behind,” she whispered. It sounded so natural in English, and every word was in its place. But the grammar didn’t fit; she was sure the quote should have said ‘tergo’ rather than ‘posticum’, which could mean that it had been translated from English by somebody with a dictionary but no real mastery of the language. Surely in that sentence ‘behind’ should be an adjective, not a noun. The Arabic text was harder. She barely knew the language, so writing it down when she got home had been more like drawing a picture of the inscription in her mind’s eye, and she had much less confidence that she even had the original right. Field Arabic had always been her weakest language; functional, built around specific vocabulary, not the kind of background that made dictionary work comfortable. She leafed through her dictionary, trying to find anything that matched what she had for the one word she didn’t have a meaning for. She was sure it was talking about the relationship between power and… energy? Influence? Knowledge? Wisdom? She’d looked up just about everything she could think of that might fit there, and none of the words were remotely like the ‘انرداد’ on her note. “With great power comes great recoil,” Brock’s voice held the faintest trace of a laugh, and Isadora’s head jerked around. She hadn’t even heard him enter the nursery, she’d been so caught up in her research. “Recoil?” she said, glancing down at the word. “Your handwriting’s a little shaky,” he said. “But that’s what it looks like to me. Movie quotes?” “I thought it would be something more personal,” Isadora answered, but then she thought again. She really had no idea. “That’s Spider-man isn’t it? But a similar sentiment could have come from a dozen different places.” “That’s how it was subtitled,” Brock said, not giving any clue about how he knew that. “At least if you watched the latest set of movies in Morocco. Where does this come from?” And then his eyes danced over to the other piece of paper, on which Isadora had written out the Latin inscription from the smaller gun as well as she could remember it. She hesitated for a second, and then pulled it out from under the other papers that partially covered it, giving him a clear chance to read what she had written. “Church Latin,” he said, thoughtfully. “Not one of my best languages. But I’d guess that says ‘I’ll always motivate you from behind’.” “Right,” Isadora said, glad there was something she could actually contribute. “But the word they use for ‘behind’ is ‘posticum’. Normally it would be ‘a tergo’, and the grammatical structure isn’t right for inserting a noun there. It feels like someone used a dictionary to translate it.” “Or it’s a deliberate reference,” Brock gave a half shrug, pulling up the chair from the corner and turning it around so he could rest his arms and chin on the back of the chair. “There was a Japanese movie, several years ago now. Shiroyamanomusuko. The line should have been translated as something like ‘I will always be at your back, to offer motivation’, but the first English-language trailers said ‘I’ll always motivate you from behind’ while the French ones translated the same line as ‘Je motiverai toujours ton derrière’, roughly meaning ‘I will motivate your behind’, choosing the wrong sense for that specific word. Quite a number of multilingual fans sent death threats to the translation agency involved, and some political connections meant the Agency was involved in making sure none of them were serious. It was also a running joke amongst some linguistics communities online, where your quote ‘Te a posticum semper animabo’ could have been seen as an in-joke. So, are you decoding decade-old Internet humour now?” “These inscriptions were on a pair of guns,” Isadora answered, and immediately regretted it as she saw Brock’s expression change. But she had to continue now, if only to discern why that revelation bothered him: “Lorenzo has a collection of guns. Everyone knows that. But he told you…” “You shouldn’t worry about the guns,” Brock said, his voice a little sterner now. “It’s not out of the ordinary for a rich person to have an unusual collection, and I don’t believe it has anything to do with his criminal activities.” Isadora forced herself to hesitate before arguing about whether the crimes were real. She still didn’t want to believe it, but she knew she didn’t have any evidence worthy of sharing with Brock. More importantly, she should talk to him about what she was sure of now. She needed to show her partner that she could deduce something, and that her investigative skills were worth something. Maybe she could contribute something, even if it was only a small part of the investigation, and start to build trust between her and her partner. Or maybe she could show him that she was willing to investigate Lorenzo’s household even if she didn’t really believe in his guilt. To show that she was willing to overlook her instincts for the sake of the job. “The butler did it,” she said. “It’s a stereotype, but it’s true. We haven’t looked into Geoffrey Turner’s role in the family, we just dismissed him as a domestic–” “You don’t need to interrogate Turner,” Brock said, with a certainty that shocked Isadora into silence for a few seconds. But he didn’t say anything else, leaving it to her to pick up the conversation again. “What?” It was the only word that came to mind. “Geoffrey Turner isn’t a part of the Arrencani crime family,” he said like it was a known fact. No doubt, and no space that Isadora could wedge a question into. “Less than a month before the equinox now, we need to be focusing on the big fish.” “You mean Lorenzo?” Isadora asked, and her heart sank when Brock nodded. Of course he would be at the heart of the investigation; but she didn’t want to face the reality that such a kind and caring daddy figure could be a villain. She was sure that investigating Geoffrey would have been easier for her; the guns were proof enough that his role was much bigger than they had assumed. But she also knew she could look into that by herself. “Well then, we need to get into the house again. Explore the parts we still haven’t seen, or ask the questions that would tell us more about his motivations. Any chink in the armour.” “It won’t be easy,” Brock said. “I’ve been trying to trace the cars. I haven’t managed to follow them beyond the car wash yet. They go to the same place to get swept for trackers, but if they saw me there I’m sure they would stop and turn around.” “So focus on the man, rather than the business. We never actually finished watching that movie, did we? Would he invite us to finish watching it, or was that only a ruse to drug me?” “You think there’s still something to find in the house?” he asked. Isadora summoned all her self-control and nodded, trying not to show anything in her eyes about her real plan. “There is,” she said. “We should ask to watch more of Alessia’s movies. That’s the way in, the way to get Lorenzo to open up. I’m sure of it.” “I think he only shows what he wants you to see,” Brock said, giving just a little shake of his head. “But I’ll ask him. He’ll say no, though. With the big deal so close, Chen getting ready for a major attack, Arrencani won’t have any time for socialising outside his regular routine.” “So if he’a happy to invite us, would that mean he’s not as deeply involved as you thought?” Isadora said, and she couldn’t resist a smile this time. She wanted to see Brock’s expression when Lorenzo was eager to let them visit; but she was sure it would happen when she wasn’t there. “It’s possible there is another option I’m missing,” Brock said slowly. “But this isn’t something that will change just by positive thinking. I know you don’t want Arrencani to be guilty, but our job requires us to live in the real world. And if he says he’s too busy this week, that will just be one more confirmation that he’s involved with the ULF.” “You’ll ask him, though?” “I will. I’ll promise you that. But don’t get your hopes up too much, because there is no chance the man will say ‘yes’. I need you to be ready for that, and to accept it when it happens.” He left the nursery then. Probably going to the kitchen to prepare something amazing for dinner. Isadora found herself looking forward to it already; even as she let her resentment build over the way Brock always assumed she was wrong. She didn’t turn back to the inscriptions from those guns. She knew what they said now; she could confirm easily that Brock’s translation was correct. But why was he so opposed to letting her investigate Geoffrey? That didn’t make any sense at all. Her attempt at extending an olive branch to her partner had failed, so now she would have to get more information to support her conclusions before she tried sharing them again. Thankfully, she was already thinking of a perfect way to do that. * * * The next day, Brock was at home dealing with something on the laptop. Isadora felt that she could have gone to speak to Geoffrey, but she was sure Brock would have asked where she was going. And his refusal to investigate had been so certain that she didn’t think he would have just let her go. So another day passed before she was walking down the road towards the Arrencani house. Brock was up at the Yaxley club again, probably chatting to his friends in preparation for the almost-regular poker game which would be back at Victor’s house this evening. It meant he was too busy to look over her shoulder, in any case. And gave him a perfect opportunity to get Lorenzo’s agreement for another movie night in the screening room, which she was nervously looking forward to. Her attention drifted to the different scents floating over the neighbourhood from nearby villages, and the way the shadows were getting longer even quite early in the afternoon. Anything to avoid speculating about why her partner might have been so assertive; or how she would react if she found that Lorenzo really was involved with the criminal underworld in some way. It didn’t even seem possible, but she couldn’t find any rational reason to rule it out. Eventually, she reached the door of the big house, and rang the bell. A few seconds passed before Geoffrey opened the door, giving no sign of being out of breath, and greeted her with a half bow. “Ah, Mrs Klein,” he said, offering a half smile. “I’m afraid that Mr Arrencani is at the Yaxley Club today. But if you wish to leave a message for him, I would be happy to let him know you were here on his return.” “Actually, Geoffrey,” she said, and then found all of her anxieties concentrated in this one moment. All of her field training, and she was finally following up a clue on her own. If she was right, this could turn into her first real experience of solo detective work. “Actually, it was you I wanted to talk to. If that’s alright?”
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