Despite the roaring thunder and
the immense downpour they left the windows open. While the eaves of the
building prevented most of the rain from pouring into the classroom, the
thunder could not be helped, and class had to go on. The series of storms that
Florence had received during the last 3 days had created several problems for
the Oltrarno area and particularly the Santo Spirito neighborhood where the
school was located. The buildings within the Piazza, being quite old, experienced
a few power outages as well as sewer problems. While the storms were
unpleasant, and caused a bit of inconvenience, they were nothing compared to
those that the four students in the Literature class were used to dealing with
back at their home university in Minnesota. Currently, the school was
experiencing intermittent power outages, and the two large windows in the
classroom provided plenty of light, allowing class to continue.
Jack had just gotten back to
Florence from Paris for the weekend. Despite the coolness of the spring rain,
he had rushed from the train station to the other side of the city to make it
to class on time, and was subsequently feeling a bit warm. Noticing Jack’s
distress and discomfort, Professor Villa suggested that they should open the
glass of the windows as well to let in some fresh air. Normally,from Professor
Villa’s point of view Erin was furthest to her left, followed by Andrew, Jack,
and finally with Sam furthest to the right. However today, Jack, having arrived
late, was not sitting in his usual spot amongst his classmates, and presently
was sitting in the seat farthest to the right. The classroom was small, but much larger than
what was needed for a class of four and so the students usually sat in a small
semi-circle in the middle of the room.
As Professor Villa was lecturing
about the Grand Tour in Europe the students struggled to stay awake and
attentive. The combination of the stifling lack of air within the building, the
humidity from the rain, and the fatigue that accompanies Mondays, had created
an environment ideal for dozing off. Class slowly rolled on with Erin providing
her opinion on the latest excerpt they had read, Sam making an exasperated face
into the camera on his iPad, Andrew staring at his notebook fighting the
heaviness of his eyelids and Jack tapping his fingers upon the desk
uncontrollably.
Just as Professor Villa thought she
had lost their attention for the day, a loud crash drew her attention up from
her computer. It appeared the Sam lost his grip on his iPad, thus dropping it,
causing the case to crack. Erin let out a laugh, presuming he had dozed off for
a moment, just as Andrew and Jack looked on intently at Sam’s face. He seemed
to stare off, most of the white of his eyes visible. The Professor was trying
to convince Erin to stop her laughing, when she let out a shrill scream. Sam had
begun to lean forward and just had fallen out of his chair onto the red carpet
covering the floor. His mouth was agape, and his eyes, still open, seemed to
stare off to the corner of the room.
Andrew
asked “Is he-”
“Dead.”
Jack finished in disbelief.
For
a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. They all sat there, in utter
disbelief, racking their brain for any coherent thought that could make sense
of what had just happened, and what they were all looking down at.
The professor got up from her
spot sitting on the desk, repetitively muttering “we need help” as she ran out
of the room. Jack, Andrew, and Erin remained in their seats, staring at their
fellow classmate, who had been sending silly snap chats to his friends just
moments earlier, now lying completely still, on the floor in front of them. Within
a few moments Mariarosa, Beth, and Daniela had ran into the room, following Professor
Villa. Upon taking a glimpse into the room, Beth ran back to the main desk to a
phone, and called the police.
Gathering around Sam on the ground, Daniela
reached down and felt for a pulse on Sam’s neck. Slowly looking around at the
others in the room she opened her mouth, but no words came out initially.
Finally, “I- uh--- I think he is dead” slipped out. With the same unanimity of
a crowd moved to applause, everyone drew their hand to their mouth, shocked and
in disbelief.
Soon sirens could be heard arriving
in the piazza, followed by boots marching up the front steps of the building. Andrew sat quietly in his seat, as Erin began
to cry and Jack whispered “No, no, no, no, no” over and over again under his
breath.
A few moments later, a small
group of carabinieri had walked into the room, dressed in their crisp blue
uniforms with white accents and helmets. As the scene began to be assessed,
there was quite a bit of commotion and talking in Italian between the
administrators of the school and the professor. Despite their Italian classes,
none of the students were able to follow the conversation, their shock blocking
any possible logical comprehension. Finally,
Daniela explained to the students that they needed to take a few pictures, and
then they would be able to leave the room. A carabinieri officer slowly walked
around the room, taking photos of every nook and cranny, while carefully
stepping over Sam’s body sprawled across the floor. Once the officer was done
taking the pictures, they students were allowed to get up and leave the
classroom.
Andrew, Erin, and Jack each took
a seat on the couch, with their professor on a chair next to them, just outside
of their classroom. Daniela, Mariarosa, and the Carabinieri all crowded around
them. The carabinieri needed to begin questioning the students, so Daniela was
chosen to translate between them. The officer asked each of them what had
happened, what they saw, if anything unusual had happened during before or
during class. Other than the power outage and the strange weather, no one could
think of anything out of the ordinary, except for Cristina.
Shaking her head, confused and in
disbelief, Cristina quietly said “I don’t know what it has to do with this, but
they weren’t sitting in their normal seats today.”
The officer replied, “What do you
mean?”
“I mean that all semester they’ve
sat in the same seats. Except for today. I remember thinking how it felt a
little odd from my point of view.”
“What does that have to do with
this boy being dead?”
“I do not know. That is your job to figure out. It could be nothing,” she retorted, the
obvious annoyance towards the officer detectable in her voice.
Clearly feeling arrogant, the
officer disregarded her response, and her comment about the students sitting in
different seats. Just then another officer and a member of the coroner’s office
emerged from the classroom. The coroner was holding up his hand for them to
see. “We found this in the back of his neck.” All of their eyes squinted,
trying to make out what the object was that he was holding up. Just 2 cm long
and ¼ of a cm thick, it was a tiny needle.
“Is that what I think it is?” The
officer who was doing the questioning asked.
“Some kind of tranquilizer
needle” replied the coroner.
“That’s not just any kind of
needle. That is a high tech needle. What in God’s name is that doing here?!”
“Sir,” another officer chimed in,
“what do you mean?”
“I’ve heard about this needle.
Just recently. It’s just been developed and is being used by the French CIA.”
The officers then made their way
back into the classroom, heading over to the windows. There certainly was
enough balcony and roof top, perfectly placed to get good aim right into the
classroom. The leading officer ordered 3 of his men to head up to the roof to
look around. Perhaps they might find something that could help them. Although,
in the back of his mind he though, that if they were dealing with the French
CIA, that wouldn’t be likely.
After
sending the officers off to the roof, the leading officer returned back to the
students and school staff in the computer lab. As if it were even possible,
everyone was looking even more confused than they had before.
“Well
it looks like we’re dealing with the French CIA. Why, I have no idea. But for
now, you should all be free to go. We’ll get to the bottom of this. If you’ll
excuse me, I need to make a few phone calls.” With that, the officer quickly
stepped away, and followed Mariarosa back to the main desk of the school. The
officer made a series of phone calls to his boss, relaying the current
information, and was told to sit tight, until the director could get in contact
with the French CIA. Meanwhile, the students and their professor remained
sitting in the computer lab, trying to make sense of everything that had just
happened, trying to grapple with the mixture of shock and grief.
“Someone
say something. I can’t take this silence!” Andrew yelled out. Erin finally opened
her mouth, “umm…I don’t know what to say. I mean, yeah, Sam may not have been
nice to everyone all the time, but he definitely didn’t deserve this. Who would
do this to him?”
With
that the lead officer returned to the computer lab. “Well, it seems that the
French CIA claim they have no records of any agents in this area. They have no
idea either.”
Hesitantly,
Jack let out “I- I might…have an idea.” Instantly everyone’s heads spun around.
Jack, the guy who had always pulled random metaphors and jokes out of thin air,
knew something about the CIA? Sputtering
the sentences out, trying to run everything through his head while he spoke, Jack
said, “I just got back from Paris this afternoon. I didn’t think that this
would happen. I’m not even sure what I saw. They barely got a look at me.
Something happened while I was in Paris. I don’t even know what it was. But I
witnessed it, and they must’ve seen me before I ran off….. Sam was sitting in my seat…… That needle was meant for my
neck- not his.”