Five minutes later Creed and Cassandra Morrietti were giving statements in another room. Sylvia went back upstairs to Jack and Lorenzo.
News had just come through that a car bomb had killed Fredo Finelli, and Carmine Cicerone had been shot dead leaving church.
'Jesus, I only stepped out of the room for half an hour,' said Sylvia. 'What the hell next?'
Lorenzo filled her in. He'd been briefed by his own team and half the Anti-Camorra Unit were already out on the streets trying to make sense of it all. 'Believe me, it's going to get a lot worse. At least we know why that slimy bastard Bruno Valsi was here this morning with his brief. He was getting himself an alibi that no court in the world would reject.'
They were in Lorenzo's office. A techy fired up a PC, loaded Sylvia's pictures and got them on to the monitor.
'Messy,' said Lorenzo, looking at the bloody corpses of Paolo Falconi and Franco Castellani. 'I remember you saying you thought these cousins could be your killers? They still in your frame?'
'Unlikely,' said Jack and Sylvia almost simultaneously.
Sylvia sat behind the computer and worked through the images. She opened shots of the crowd, then a badly out-of-focus zoom, some wide frames of a man approaching the cousins' bodies. Probably the guy who phoned emergency services, thought Sylvia.
'Wait!' shouted Lorenzo. 'That's Salvatore Giacomo.'
Jack remembered the name from the slide show Lorenzo had given. The man had a casualness and calmness about him that was chilling.
The major tapped at the picture. 'Giacomo has been part of the Finelli crew for close on twenty years but we've never been able to link him to anything more than a parking ticket.'
'You said he was the old man's muscle – his Luogotenente – that right?'
'Right.' Lorenzo looked bemused. 'What the hell is he doing with these kids?'
'There's more of him a little later.' Sylvia clicked her way through the rest of the images. 'Here. Look, he goes right up to their bodies.'
Jack watched closely. The guy was a pro. All the signs were there. The bodyguard was focused on the gun and Franco's body but his peripheral vision was sweeping the crowd. His jacket was loose. As he walked his hands were up around his waist, ready to grab for a concealed weapon. 'I know all this Camorra mob are killers or potential killers,' said the profiler 'but what about this guy? You've nothing on file to prove he's a triggerman?'
Lorenzo frowned. 'Like I said, nothing record-wise. But he has a nickname, Sal the Snake. Word has it that he once strangled someone with a length of chain. But we never found the body, and we've certainly never seen him with a chain.'
'Urban myth?' asked Sylvia.
'I think so. The snake part is also said to refer to his rather large manhood.' He half laughed. 'In truth we've nothing on that either. These fellas all have nicknames; for all we know his might have come from a game of Snakes and Ladders.'
Jack didn't hear anything else. The images on the computer burned in his brain. Giacomo's eyes were blank and soulless as he unemotionally tried to find the kids' pulses. There wasn't a trace of care or concern about him. Jack watched him wheel away from the dead cousins, like he'd dropped a McDonald's wrapper in a trash can. This was a guy who was so comfortable around death, it didn't even make him blink. Jacket on the back seat, Gucci shades on, head tilted back against the leather rest in the Lexus, Bruno Valsi gave Mazerelli his orders. 'I don't want to go home. Take me for breakfast. I'm starving.'
The Capo was amused to see him hesitate.
'Forget calling your Don. His brains and guts are spread over the hillside of his blessed Posillipo.'
'What?'
'Ricardo, you're not deaf. You heard me. Fredo Finelli is dead. Gone. Morto. No more paying your fucking wages or saving your lawyerly ass.'
Mazerelli turned on the radio. If it was true it would be on the news. He twiddled the tuning knob, then stopped. Of course it was true. It wasn't the kind of thing you could make up.
Valsi leaned forward and peered into the consigliere's eyes. 'You sad, Ricky boy? Or don't you really give a fuck? Deep down, are you just as mean and ambitious as the rest of us?'
Mazerelli was as nervous as he'd ever been. He chose his words carefully. 'I want to live.'
Valsi laughed and sat back. 'Of course you do. Of course you do. Now, find me somewhere fucking good for breakfast and then you can tell me again about that funny Japanese game of yours and how we all have to follow rules.'
99
Stazione dei carabinieri, Castello di Cisterna It was time to pull everything together. So much was happening – and happening so fast – there was a danger they'd miss something.
A major case conference had been convened back at the Murder Squad HQ in Castello di Cisterna.
Sylvia, Lorenzo, Pietro and Jack were joined by Luella Grazzioli, Professoressa Marianna Della Fratte, Claudio Mancini and Susanna Martinelli. They settled in a row of chairs facing a projection screen and set of whiteboards. As they waited for the meeting to start their eyes settled on the first board, the one listing all the missing and murdered women. * Francesca Di Lauro (24) Missing 5 yrs, found dead, location Mount Vesuvius National Park * Gloria Pirandello (19) Missing 6 yrs, found dead, location MVNP * Patricia Calvi (19) Missing 6.5 yrs, found dead, location MVNP * Luisa Banotti (20) Missing 7 years, found dead, location MVNP * Donna Rizzi (19) Missing 8 years, body not found Sylvia kicked off. 'Thank you all for coming here at short notice. A number of things happened this morning, and are still happening as we speak. One of our prime suspects, Bruno Valsi, is at the centre of the latest developments. Because of this we are joined by members of the Anti-Camorra Unit. Major, could you please share some of your information with us?'
Lorenzo Pisano modestly introduced himself, though everyone in the room was well aware of who he was. 'The Finelli and Cicerone families have operated side by side for more than a decade, but whatever peace they had, it is now over. Earlier today, Fredo Finelli was killed by a car bomb near his home and Carmine Cicerone was gunned down on the steps of the church of Santa Maria Eliana. We had Bruno Valsi, Finelli's son-in-law, in custody at the time of both hits. A security guard had been killed at his home. We had nothing to charge him with and when he was bored with us and satisfied he'd established a good alibi for himself, he just upped and walked.'
Questions flew: Who died first, Finelli or Cicerone? What other casualties were there? Had Valsi orchestrated it all? Lorenzo did his best to fill the gaps. Half an hour later extra intel came in – the body of Valsi's henchman Alberto Donatello had turned up in a skip just metres away from his front door. The war was certainly underway.
Jack tuned in and out of the conversation. It was becoming harder to separate the Camorra killings from the serial murders.
But at the same time, there was still no motive, no obvious links between victims and suspects.
For a while Jack perused the whiteboards. Some listed only the female victims. Some only the bodies found near Vesuvius. One detailed all the killings and all the missing women. Another – the latest – showed only the Camorra murders.
CAMORRA DEATHS
* Fredo Finelli (64) – Finelli Don * Armando Lopapa (50) – Finelli Chauffeur * Alberto Donatello (27) – Finelli/Valsi Clan member * Beppe Basso (30) – Valsi House Guard * Carmine Cicerone (45) – Cicerone Don At first glance, today's troubles looked like a Cicerone-instigated war; with the death count running three to one in their favour. But Jack felt sure Valsi had drawn first blood. It was what he'd predicted.
He slid his attention to the next board.
* Bernardo Sorrentino (42) – forensic anthropologist – killed at home * Kristen Petrov (24) – telephone sex centre worker – Finelli/Valsi business – killed in Castellani rubbish pit * Rosa Novello (18) – killed in car at Castellani campsite * Filippo Valdrano (19) – killed with Novello in car at Castellani campsite * Franco Castellani (24) – suicide at Pompeii – lived on site where bodies of Petrov, Novello and Valdrano found * Paolo Falconi (24) – killed by cousin at Pompeii – lived on Castellani campsite * Alberta Tortoricci (38) – Valsi trial witness, killed by electrocution – body burned and found in Scampia So many deaths. So many links – strong or tenuous – to the Camorra. But, as Jack had learned, in Naples this wasn't uncommon. The Camorra touched everything. He lingered over the list and started to eliminate suspects. If the Castellani cousins were the serial killers, they could now be trimmed from the list. Case solved and then all that was left was a turf war. But surely that was too easy an answer.