Chapter 3 - investigation part two

Before we entered the bakery, Constable Brown pointed to a small red car parking in front of the bakery. In the storefront, a smart looking young man greets us.
“Morning. I’m Detective Inspector Johnson and this is Constable Brown. We want to talk to Jennifer Hope”, I said.
“O, of course. I heard that you would come to question her. Please follow me.” He leads us behind the counter to a big beautiful woman. Her round belly sticks far out and her big breasts rests on top of it. I guess she wears a G-Cup to hold them.
“Mum, those men are from the police to question Jennifer”
“Thanks Ben. Go back to work, please. I’ll guide the men into our living room.”
“Okay, Mum. But you’ll tell me everything what you were talking about.”
“Of course, son. I’ll tell you everything.”
When we entered the living room an old man, white hair, a famous moustache and a white snug shirt that shows every detail of his lovely potbelly greets us.
“That’s our grandpa. He lives with us together. Grandma died a couple of years ago.”
Right than a strong, muscular build man with a little paunch comes in and greets us.
“That’s my husband. He’s doing all the hard work. Jennifer is our daughter.”
“Hello, Mr. Hope” I said. “Nice to me you and your family”.
While we get introduced Jennifer sneaks into the room.
“Well, this is our daughter Jennifer, D.I. Johnson.” I turned around and saw a pretty girl at about 20 y.o.
“Nice to meet you, Jennifer. I’m Inspector Johnson and this is Constable Brown.” Her shining eyes and her friendly charisma impresses me. When I glanced at Mr. Brown, he was more than impressed. He stares at her as if he sees a ghost or whatever. It is embarrassing.
“Emm, Constable. …… Get your notebook and pencil, please.”
Astonished as if he had had a dream, he looks at me. Finally, he nods and is ready to do his work.
“So, Jennifer. – May I call you that or shall I say Ms. Hope?”
“Jennifer will be fine, Inspector”
“So Jennifer. Yesterday, you delivered several sweets, candies, cookies and cakes to Mr. White at the motel in room 38”
“Yes, I did, Inspector. It was about 8.30 p.m. when I arrived. I knew he stayed in room 38. So I knocked and he called ‘come in, the door is open’. I entered the room and saw him lying on the couch. Many boxes surrounded him and he begged me to put everything on the small table in front of the sofa. Well, I had to clean up before I could put all ordered food in front of him.”
“Fine, Jennifer. Did you meet him before?”
“No, Sir. I never met him before. I would remember because he was a special man. I mean, he was … – he had such a giant belly I never had seen before.”
“I see, Jennifer. What happened next?”
“He gave me his wallet and told me to take the money. There was enough money to pay the bill. Afterwards I went back to my car.”
“Okay, Jennifer. Was there anything else you want to tell?”
“I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
“Well, I mean did he ask you to do him a favor?”
“Oh yes, as you mention it. He really did. He wanted me to feed him because every move caused him pain.”
“And - Did you do it?”
“No, I didn’t because I had to delivery other orders this evening. He was not amused but I left him with a table full of sweets in front of him.”
“Fine, Jennifer. Anything else to tell?”
“No, Sir. That’s all.”
“Okay, Jennifer. Mr. Brown will write down your statement and I want you to come to our office on Monday morning to sign it.”
“That’s okay, Inspector.”
We left the bakery and I told Constable Brown that Jennifer shouldn’t only sign her statement.
“I want her finger prints and her DNA as well! Something is suspicious. She didn’t mention his clothes or the two glasses on the table and remember: we found lipstick on one glass. Besides this Constable, tell me what happened when you saw that girl?”
“Well Sir. I was amazed how lovely she looks. How cute she is. Blond hair, bright shining eyes, a very friendly charisma. Didn’t you notice it as well?”
“Oh yes, I did Constable. But I think there happened more! I think you felt in love!”
“Mmmm …Yes, Sir. You might be right. I’m not quite sure for now, but I think it is love at first sight.”
“Be careful, Mr. Brown, be careful. She’s one of our suspects and you discovered the small red car on front of the bakery.”
“Yes, I know. Many questions and few answers. But it could be a suicide, couldn’t it?”
“We don’t know yet. But I hope forensics will help us to reveal this secret. So let’s go to our next suspect!”

We entered the guestroom of the pizzeria. A middle-aged short man stands behind the counter washing glasses and dishes. When we stand in front of him, we reckon the dimensions of his body. A round belly like a barrel, big love handles, a wide ass, a friendly face with a baldhead and double chin.
“Morning. I’m D.I. Johnson and this is D.C. Brown. We look for Giancarlo Neapolitano.”
“You’ve found him. What’s up?”
“Fine. Did you deliver pizza, pasta – I mean Italian food to room 38 at the motel outside?”
“Yes I did! What’s wrong with it?”
“Oh, nothing wrong with the food. Everything is okay. I just want to know, when you arrived at the motel and what you have seen.”
“That soothes me. You don’t want to complain about my food. I wouldn’t accept a complain because everything is freshly prepared and cooked. And everything tastes lovely. Look at this round gut. That’s the best proof how good and healthy we cook. I don’t have to visit a doc despite my girth.”
“That’s really admirable, Mr. Neapolitano. Maybe I will visit your restaurant to taste everything of the menu.”
“It would be a pleasure for me to serve you and if you’re able to eat more than five big plates you won’t pay anything. That’s a special offer of our restaurant. Many guests tried to eat up but just a few guests managed it. So, what do you say? When will you be my guest and accept the challenge? You look like somebody who can eat a lot or even more!”
“That’s a tempting offer, Mr. Neapolitano. It’s really a temptation! However, for the moment I must regret. I’m here to question you about your delivery on Thursday. When did you arrive and what have you seen?”
“Okay, but don’t forget your promise to visit me! Well, then. I arrived at about 5.30 p.m. When he ordered the food, he told me his room number as well. So I went straight to his room and entered. I was surprised to see him sitting on a couch, topless, legs wide spread to give room to his far outstanding and enormous gut. His waistband was open and the zipper of his pants too. Many empty boxes laid on the small table in front of him. He asked me to replace the trash with my lovely smelling food. While doing this we started a conversation about eating, gaining, stuffing oneself – you know what I mean. I invited him to my restaurant and to my special offer. He was very happy that I appreciate his intake and he promised me to drop in. When I was about to go he complained that he has troubles to eat. Already he had eaten so much like never before but he wanted to expand his stomach. But with every bite he felt more pain. He felt the pressure inside his overfull belly. Despite his bellyache, he wanted me to feed him or help him to increase his intake, but I had no time to do so. I told him, that I’ll encourage him to eat or even I’ll feed him, when he will visit my restaurant, but at the moment I have less time. Two members of my stuff were ill and the restaurant was full of guest. So, I only could give him the advice to lay down on the couch and take a nap, so that he can digest the food. Furthermore, he can give his belly a belly rap. That might help him to digest. At least I gave him two glasses and two bottles of Coke as I assumed that he didn’t drink enough, so far. The carbonated drink will help him to digest and will help him to expand his stomach as well. That’s all I could do for the moment. I told him that I might return later on, but I forgot it. I had to be very busy the whole evening and night.”
“That’s very interesting, Mr. Neapolitano. It’s also a great help for us.”
"Fine. I always like to help. By the way, why do you question me about him?”
“We found him dead on Saturday morning and now we want to know if it was an accident or a suicide or something else.”
“O my god! You really found him dead? That’s horrible. He was such a fine and adorable man. I can’t believe it! Maybe he would be still alive if I would have visit him late at night. I feel guilty in some way.”
“You don’t have to, Mr. Neapolitano. But what you can do is to visit our bureau on Monday morning to sign your statement. Is that okay?”
“Of course, Inspector. So we’ll see Monday morning.”
Back on the street, I told Constable Brown to take his fingerprints and his DNA on Monday too. I believe every word he told us, but I wanted to be safe.
“So, who is next? I asked Constable Brown.
“There are two suspect left. The delivery service of American and Mexican food.”
I just want to tell him to drive to the American delivery service as I hear my tummy rumbling and growling very loud. I look at my watch and reckon it is lunchtime.

(to be continued)