Mr. Cake took the letter politely.
“From two in the morning to four in the afternoon. This is quite strange and worrying. You think this is a disappearance case, Mr Cake?”
He nodded confidently.
“To be honest, one could be said to have been missing without a word for one day and twenty-four hours. But the problem is, there was a notification that the person would pick up his wife but it was away for about 14 hours, it was not fulfilled, and after that nothing. Yes, Feline, this could be a case of missing persons. Even though the police, according to their stupid bureaucracy, will not rush if they have not rounded up 24 hours," he added. "Don't you have any other doubts? For example, like your husband cheated on you?”
"Mr. Cakes!” my tone rose at his impolite question.
Mrs. Lombardy stopped me. I don't know why today my emotions are not stable.
"Sorry, carry on,"
The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but slowly subsided.
“Well, I suspect that too for sure. After all it's not like I'm often at home. My job caused me to have to change places, especially as a branch manager. We work in one company.”
"And you have a better rank?"
Mrs Lombardi nodded in agreement.
“Ah, I suspect maybe your husband is feeling jealous. That aside, how long have you been away from home?”
"About a week. And I'll probably fly to Venice in three days. That's why I need to know about my husband. So that all this is clear."
Mr. Cake opened the letter.
To : Mrs. Lombardy
My unique calculator error, it says 31V1 9314. The thing I bought is 10 thousand pounds. If you find this letter, I'm looking for a repairman. 2 days passed, My face looks pale in the mirror, even this calculator has the same writing, 31V1 9314.
The final word
Anyone who can help, please contact ASAP
LOCAL:
2580 1470963 12345789 7415963 12369874
14758963 12369874 36925147 74269 7415963
Don't forget to lock the door like you usually do, honey.
"I have called the number many times, but it always ends up on the wrong line," she said a little sad.
"You combine one by one?" i asked surprised.
"Indeed, but I guess that's not all. It was the second thing I did after finding the letter.”
Well, I guess that's reasonable. Quite inconvenient to combine ten digits with the numbers listed. After all that makes how many calls? I'm guessing about futile an eternity maybe.
“Tell me if you pleased, does your husband like numbers? The problem was that it had a calculator written on it that said 10 thousand pounds. Does his job related to budget calculations or something?”
“The calculation is clear, because he is an admin. But it's not enough to go into too much detail like the treasury department or the management of annual expenditures. I don't even know why he was interested in such an expensive calculator."
We looked at each other, this time definitely had much different thoughts. The exact same facial expression that is confused. I don't know what's wrong with that, but Mr. Cake seemed to have realized the thing that confused him.
"I think that's reasonable. Then, how long have you been married?”
"Two and a half years."
"Thank you," he added. "May I take this letter first?"
"But I hope you can solve this case as soon as possible." She said nodding in agreement.
"I have taken that into account. You will receive information in the form of a call before the third day.”
I took the guest book in Mr. Cake's office on the second floor. I asked Mrs. Lombardi to write down her phone number, address, date and time of attendance, and signature. I explain to her if there is additional information, can contact us. I gave my cell phone number in order efficiency and to make it sounds more convincing to her.
Then she thanked us and left immediately.
"Oh, signora. I don't think you should stay at home tonight." said Mr. Cake, who stopped the woman's steps for a moment, held the doorknob.
“Thank you, I have booked a hotel room.”
Mr. Cake sat back down and told me to immediately replace the closing sign and close the rolling door.
He looks serious holding the letter. My curious door was also knocking loudly, especially about the code.
Eventually everything was shut tight, at least until the customer realized this place had ended its uptime for the day. I even locked the door.
"Okay, Mr. Cake, I'm not going to say you were wrong at first about the 'simple disinterested Cake', but did you actually get this done in three days? Even without a clear payment. Or is it because that person is a beautiful woman?”
Actually, I don't want to say that, but sometimes I get provoked to comment on his overly proud sentence.
“Well, Feline, you better save the sarcasm. Besides, if you don't want to say it, you shouldn't say it, right?"
He turned to me with a slightly sour expression. I looked away because I wanted to laugh.
Then he turned his attention back to the letter. Even this time his eyes were actually brought closer to a fraction of an inch.
"Not less close, Mr. Cake?” i said mocking him. Besides, it's not like the writing is too small or the handwriting is bad. Even it was neatly typed.
"Of course not, Feline. Regarding your next question, yes it's obvious, I can definitely finish before the third day. Is Mrs Lombardi beautiful? Yes. It's my first time meeting a Spanish woman. But I did it for other reasons. Let me tell you the truth. It's a simple interesting case."
"Simple? Does that mean you've found the answer?"
I sat in front of him.
“Simple doesn't just mean I broke it. But if this number has meaning, then there is nothing to hide anymore," he added. “Though, right now I don't find the meaning. What is clear, this is not made up."
“You mean even though it's typewritten? Rather than a practical application of handwriting, I think?”
He sighed.
"True, but..." he held his hair. “In certain circumstances it may be more practical to use a computer. But tell me what you think, why be practical with handwriting?”
"Huh? You just have to put paper on a pen?”
Mr. Cake was silent for a moment. Then he nodded slightly. He then put the letter in his pocket.
Mr. Cake stood up straight as he straightened his clothes.
"Okay, if it continues like this it won't advance."
"Eh? It means?"
"We're going to that address."
I was surprised when Mr. Cake said so. The problem is we haven't asked permission or notified Mrs. Lombardi.
“Take a piece of paper and write down the cake that will be brought. Where was the address?"
I opened the guest book.
"Algar Drive, Dullingham, Newmarket," I asked. "Wait, we're not giving gifts, aren’t we?"
Mr. Cake rushed to the back door.
"This is the proposal. We deliver the cake at that address, enter the nest, take the cake out. If a neighbor sees it, just say there is no recipient, understand?"
I rushed to bring the rest of the chocolate cake, I wrapped it up and made a receiving card. I don't understand why it has to be late at night, when it's time for me to shower after work.
We were finally outside, while Mr. Cake locked the back door.
“W-wait, Mr. Cake! Shouldn't we tell Mrs Lombardi first?"
"What for? Let her rest at the hotel.”
I followed Mr. Cake is rather fast, while holding the wrapper which can't be said to be light.
"First rule. If that's possible, steal the starting line for observation."
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