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Enrico Borre Di valore Lunga Compagno or as his friends called him, Rico, has just been charged with the murder of his wife Temperanza. He claims it was an accident while having rough sex. Rico's lawyer, Perre Calcolo, has just arrived. The police have just one problem, Temperanza's body is gone. The body was at the home. The home was a roped off crime scene. So where'd her body go?

Enrico Borre Di Valore Lunga Compagno, o come lo chiamavano gli amici, Rico, è appena stato accusato dell'omicidio della moglie Temperanza. Sostiene che si sia trattato di un incidente durante un rapporto sessuale violento. L'avvocato di Rico, Perre Calcolo, è appena arrivato. La polizia ha un solo problema: il corpo di Temperanza è sparito. Il corpo era in casa. La casa era una scena del crimine delimitata da una corda. Quindi, dov'è finito il suo corpo?

Perre Calcolo, a man who seemed to wear his impeccably tailored suits as a form of armor, walked into the precinct with an air of practiced calm. The kind of calm you'd see on a bomb disposal expert. Or a man who had just been hired to defend the most notorious man in town, Enrico "Rico" Borre Di Valore Lunga Compagno, in the death of his wife.

The detective, a woman named Detective Romano who hadn't taken her eyes off him since he'd entered, gestured to an interrogation room. "He's in there. We've read him his rights. He hasn't said a word."

Perre gave her a thin smile. "I'm sure he wouldn't. Rico's a very polite man. He knows to wait for company before starting the conversation."

Romano just crossed her arms. "The conversation's not what I'm worried about. The body's what I'm worried about. It was there when we secured the scene."

Perre's eyebrow arched, just slightly. "A crime scene you say? Where's the body now?"

Romano's jaw tightened. "That's what we want to know. It's a roped-off scene. No one goes in or out without us knowing."

"So you say," Perre replied smoothly. "And yet, my client, who claims his wife's death was a tragic accident, is now without a corpus delicti. A little convenient, wouldn't you say? Almost as if someone wanted to make sure his story was... unprovable."

The detective scoffed. "We're not playing games here, Mr. Calcolo. Your client is charged with murder. The body was at the scene. Now it's not. Where did it go?"

"That's the question, isn't it?" Perre leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The question, Detective, isn't about where it went, but who took it. And why. My client, the victim of a terrible accident, is now the suspect in a murder without a body. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"

"What are you implying?" Romano's eyes narrowed to slits.

Perre straightened up, his smile now a full, unreadable one. "I'm not implying anything. I'm just stating a fact. A fact you can't seem to account for. Perhaps while you were busy roping off the scene, someone else was busy moving evidence. I'd hate to think there was some kind of... internal misunderstanding about the protocol here."

He turned and walked toward the interrogation room, leaving Detective Romano standing alone in the hallway. The surveillance camera above him recorded his every move. The police station's security footage, a silent witness to a conversation that was less about a crime and more about the power games that had just begun.

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