Chapter 6 Chapter Six

Captain François Dürer, chief of the Corsican police, is in a bad mood.The island is full of stupid summer tourists who can't see their passports, wallets or children.The small police station at No. 2 Avenue Napoleon couldn't handle the influx of tourists complaining all day long. "Someone took my wallet..." "My ship left without waiting for me. My wife is on board..." "The pharmacy here doesn't have the pills I need..." One question after another is really endless, endless... Now the captain seemed to be dealing with another corpse. "I don't have time for that right now," he snapped.

"But people are waiting outside." His assistant said to him. "How do I tell them?" Captain Dürer was impatient because he wanted to go to his lover.He could not wait to say: "Take the body to another island." But he is the sheriff of this island after all. "Okay," he sighed, "I'll see them for a while." Not long after, Captain Vaccaro and Dmitry Kaminsky were ushered into the office. "Sit down." Captain Durer said coldly. The two found two chairs and sat down. "Please tell me the details of what happened."

Captain Vaccaro said, "I can't say for sure. I didn't see what happened..." He turned his head and motioned Dmitry Kaminsky, and said, "He was an eyewitness. Maybe he can explain." Dmitry took a deep breath. "It's horrible. I... I work for this man." "What work, sir?" "Bodyguards, masseurs, drivers. We had a storm on our yacht last night. It was very windy. He asked me to give him a massage to relax him. Then he asked me to bring him some sleeping pills. The sleeping pills are in the bathroom. I When he came back, he was standing on the balcony outside, right next to the balcony railing. The wind was blowing the yacht tossed. He was holding some documents in his hand, and one of them was blown away by the wind. He reached out to grab it, but his body I lost my balance and fell from the railing. I ran to save him, but there was nothing I could do. I called for help desperately. Captain Vaccaro stopped the boat immediately. After a lot of trouble, the captain finally found him. But too It's too late, he's already drowned."

"I'm sorry." The Inspector relented, and he could not be indifferent to it. Captain Vaccaro said: "The wind and sea brought the body over to the yacht. It was purely accidental. We are now requesting permission to transport the body home." "That shouldn't be a problem." He still has time to have a drink or two with his lover before heading home to see his wife. "I'll issue you a death certificate and a departure visa, and immediately refrigerate the body." He picked up a yellow notebook. "The name of the deceased?" "Harry Stanford."

Hearing the name, Captain Duller was stunned.He raised his head abruptly. "Harry Stanford?" "yes." "Harry Stanford?" "yes." Captain Dürer's future suddenly became brighter.It was a godsend.Harry Stanford is an international legend!His death must have shocked the world.It was he, Captain Dürer, who was in charge of his funeral.The most pressing question now is how to seize the opportunity to get the most out of it.Durer sat there, his eyes staring.He is thinking. "When will you let us out?" Captain Vaccaro asked. He just raised his head.Ah, good question.How long will it take for the reporters to arrive?Shall I invite the captain to participate in the interview about the deceased?No.Why share the honor with him?I can handle it alone. "There is still much to do," he regretted what he had just said. "A few papers to prepare..." he sighed. "At least a week or so."

Captain Vaccaro was taken aback. "More than a week? But you just said..." "But we must strictly follow the relevant procedures," Duller said solemnly. "This kind of thing can't be sloppy." He picked up the yellow register book again. "Who is his direct relative?" Captain Vaccaro glanced at Dmitri for an answer. "I think you'd better get in touch with his lawyers in Boston." "Longcaster-Longcaster-Fitzgerald LLP."