The charm of Mr. De Luca

A Sketch Face

Coco refuses to go to Casa de Luca. He preferred to be alone in his workshop, remembering everything he had done with Francesca. The man simply threw his jacket in annoyance, after a long period of sitting pensively. Matteo is the same. He entered the room and took off his black coat. Matteo then sat at the end of his bed half-bending.

The gray-eyed man took a deep breath, Matteo felt that his chest was so tight that he could not breathe freely. He thought, with the arrest of the perpetrators of the attack that killed Mr. Gio and Valentino, so his relationship with Mia will improve. There was a glimmer of hope for Matteo at the time, but now it was dark again. He had to crawl in a narrow cave without any air.

“Why are you doing this to me, Mia?” regret Matteo quietly. He repeatedly rubbed his face violently. The cigarette box was dropped from inside the coat that just hung on the edge of the bed. He picked up a stick and immediately lit the cigarette. Even a faint smoke billowed from his mouth. Matteo then moved to the window and opened the window wide. He sat there, enjoying the wind that afternoon.

Then he picked up white smoke from his mouth. Matteo then leaned his head against the edge of the window. After that put his hand on the right knee that he bent. Matteo cast his gaze at the twilight sky that still looked bright. For a moment, he saw the shadow of Mia's face there. Where did the girl go? He seems to be deliberately avoiding. How much does Mia hate herself? Matteo took another deep breath. After thinking for a while, he finally got up from his seat. Matteo then grabs the phone and starts contacting someone.

“Lorenzo, I want to meet in person,” Matteo directly talk without further ado. He also mentioned the name of one of the famous cafes in the city of Brescia. “I wait at seven tonight,” closed Matteo. He ended his conversation with the man he called Lorenzo.

The long awaited night finally arrived. Matteo just arrived at the cafe which will be the meeting place with Lorenzo. It turned out that the man was the same person, a private detective who yesterday gave him information about the members of the organization. Matteo seemed to like the work of the man. Moreover, because the man also always comes on time. “Goodnight, Mr de Luca,” say hello.

Matteo nodded slowly, allowing Lorenzo to sit down. As usual, the gray-eyed man was still loyal with his flat expression. Lorenzo was no longer feeling strange with the nature of Matteo like that.

“May I know what is it you called me here?” tanyanya.

Matteo did not immediately answer. He handed Lorenzo his cigarette box. After igniting one rod, Matteo then began to speak.

“Cause, Lorenzo. We are not in Casa de Luca,” Matteo said trying to melt the man's tense look. “Again, what we will discuss this time has nothing to do with the affairs of the organization,” continued Matteo again still with his flat look. The gray-eyed man leaned his body against the back of the chair. Matteo again smoked a cigarette that he clamped with his index finger and also the middle finger. “I want you to find someone for me,” Matteo said as he scratched his temple with the tip of his thumb.

Lorenzo seemed interested. “Sure, Sir,” answers sparingly. “Who should I look for?”

“Mia,” Matteo replied immediately.

“Mia?” Lorenzo repeated the name Matteo mentioned.

“Yes, Mia,” clear Matteo.

Lorenzo. “Good. Give me information about him,” reply Lorenzo again.

Matteo was silent. He thought and tried to remember all the things he could make as important information in finding the young widow. However, the more he thought, the more he felt that there was nothing important about Mia. He did not even know the full name of the young woman. “Fuck, stupid me!” Matteo cursed to himself. Matteo who originally looked calm, now looked a little riled up. He smoked his cigarette deeply.

“How, Mr?” ask Lorenzo.

Matteo then leaned slightly forward, and somewhat drew closer to the private detective. “Honestly, I have absolutely no important information whatsoever about Mia. I don't know his full name. I didn't save any photos or anything about her, but ..” Matteo was stunned for a moment. “You brought paper and stationery?” tanyanya.

“Let me ask the waiter,” Lorenzo then call one of the waiters of the cafe. He asked for paper and stationery. Not long after, the maid returned with all that Lorenzo had in mind. After that, Lorenzo thrust it to Matteo.

Matteo immediately grabbed the paper and pencil. He seemed to be making graffiti on the paper. His eyes focused on watching every pencil stroke on the white paper. Moments later, he thrust the paper to Lorenzo who immediately observed what was painted there. Lorenzo looked at a sketch of the face of a very sweet girl with her long hair slightly wavy.

“That's all I can give you, Lorenzo. The rest ... The rest I don't know anything about Mia,” regrets Matteo slowly.

Lorenzo seemed to think for a moment. A moment later, the man nodded slowly. “Alright,Master. We'll try to find information through this sketch. Where should I start to find out whereabouts about Mia?”

“Venice,” Matteo replied immediately. “Then he and his family lived there. However, right now I don't know where he and his half-sister are going. Mia left quietly ...” Matteo was silent again. He then rubbed his chin decorated with a beard that he had not been able to tidy up. All of the problems that were endless, had made him ignore the appearance.

“It's okay if you take a long time to get this job done. I can understand it. However, I really hope that you can find Mia's current whereabouts. I promise to give you a huge bonus for the job” Matteo said expectantly.

Matteo nodded in agreement. He then wrote down Mia's old address in Venice. He also wrote the names Daniella and Francesca there. Matteo recalled that Daniella mentioned her full name when they first met at Mr. Gio. Thereafter. Matteo told me a little about Mia and her two sisters, just to add information.

Until about ten o'clock in the evening, Matteo just decided to go home. His head feels dizzy. At that time, he passed Marco who had also just returned home. As usual, the young man had just come home from the party, as it seemed that he was a little drunk. “Saluti al capo (Greetings to the chairman),” he said with a half-binding body. After that, Marco laughed with his mocking tone.

“Close your mouth idler!” sergeant Matteo is upset. If Marco was not half drunk, Matteo would have asked him to duel. However, Matteo preferred to avoid the young man. He immediately passed to his room.

Before breaking down his body, Matteo took the time to check his phone. Tumben because Coco didn't contact him at all. For a moment, Matteo thought. He was sure that Coco would know something about Francesca. Without lingering, Matteo immediately contacted his friend who was heartbroken.

A while Matteo waited for his call to be lifted, until finally the sound of Coco being lazy. “What's up, Amico?” tanyakanya.

“Tell me any information about Francesca. Where's the school? Who are his close friends? There must be one or two friends who know where he moved to,” catty Matteo without making small talk.

Coco took a deep breath. He did not immediately answer Matteo's question until a few minutes later. “I don't know who his close friends are, but I know where he goes to school,” Coco said listlessly. The whole spirit that was inside him, seemed to have evaporated just like that.

“Give me the address,” pinta Matteo with enthusiasm.

Immediately the man recorded the information from Coco. After that, Matteo again contacted Lorenzo and gave the address to him. “I wish you a lot,” Matteo told Lorenzo at the time. He was on a phone call with the private detective.

Matteo waits in his study at Casa de Luca, while Lorenzo searches for information about Francesca. Lorenzo immediately headed for one of the best high schools in Venice, where Francesca studied. The goal is now the Administrative Office, where all student archives are located.

Lorenzo was forced to disguise himself as the guardian of Francesca.

“My nephew decided to sell the house without my knowledge and now I do not know where they went,” Lorenzo pretext when he faced off with the officer there.

“Hmm, the school only keeps its old address in the system. Besides Miss Ranallo moved house after he graduated,” explained the Administrative Officer.

“Is there not the slightest hint? Comeon! My uncle. I want to see my nephew soon,” urged Lorenzo. His acting really looks convincing.

“A few weeks ago, Miss Francesca Ranallo had filled out a questionnaire about the campus she was going to after school. He said he wanted to study in Milan. Maybe you can start the search there?” the official's proposal was immediately greeted with a cheerful smile Lorenzo.

"alright. Thanks for the information, but maybe you know the name of the university he went to there?" ask Lorenzo again before he actually leaves.

"Sorry, Sir. For that, we don't know at all" the officer replied.