Chapter 5 - Dr. Bellini Was Not Dead
Vincent Bellini was seventy-three.
Thin.
Gray.
Alive.
He stood in the bank lobby wearing a brown coat.
Santino approached slowly.
Walter stayed beside him.
Caitlyn remained behind.
Bellini looked at the document case.
“You opened it.”
Santino stared.
“You died 6 years ago.”
Bellini smiled sadly.
“On paper.”
“Why?”
“Because Lorenzo wanted me dead.”
Santino’s jaw tightened.
“Did you poison my mother?”
Bellini’s smile disappeared.
“No.”
“Did you prescribe the medication?”
“Yes.”
“At that dosage?”
“No.”
Santino stopped.
Bellini looked at Caitlyn.
“You are Anthony’s daughter.”
She stared.
“You knew my father.”
“Yes.”
“Did you kill him?”
“No.”
“Did you treat him?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are the same dosage changes in both files?”
Bellini looked at Walter.
“Because those files were altered after I signed them.”
Silence.
Santino frowned.
“By who?”
Bellini answered:
“Lorenzo’s administrator.”
“Name.”
Bellini hesitated.
Walter whispered:
“Peter Quinn.”
Santino looked at him.
Caitlyn did too.
Walter’s face had gone white.
“My brother.”
Silence.
Santino stared.
“You have a brother.”
“Had.”
“When did he die?”
Walter’s voice broke.
“7 years ago.”
Bellini shook his head.
“No.”
Walter looked at him.
“What?”
Bellini continued.
“Peter did not die.”
Walter stopped breathing.
Santino laughed once.
“Apparently death is optional in Rhode Island.”
No one smiled.
Bellini said:
“Peter left the country.”
“Why?”
“Because he was the one changing the records.”
Walter stared.
“My brother worked for Lorenzo.”
“Yes.”
“Doing what?”
“Everything Lorenzo did not want tied to himself.”
Santino looked at the initials in the ledger.
“W.Q.”
Bellini nodded.
“Peter used Walter’s initials.”
Walter sat down.
Caitlyn stared.
“Why?”
“To create another suspect.”
Santino looked at Bellini.
“And the medicine?”
Bellini took a breath.
“Lorenzo wanted Elena confused.”
“Like Anthony?”
“Yes.”
“To discredit them.”
“Yes.”
“Not kill them.”
“Not originally.”
Santino’s expression hardened.
“Originally.”
Bellini nodded.
“Elena realized the dosage had changed.”
“What did she do?”
“Confronted me.”
“And?”
“I showed her my original prescriptions.”
Santino looked at the copied medical file.
“She knew.”
“Yes.”
“What happened next?”
Bellini looked down.
“She asked me to help collect proof.”
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
“For how long?”
“Three months.”
“And then she died.”
“Yes.”
Santino stared.
Bellini continued.
“I believe Peter changed the dosage again.”
“Believe?”
“I never saw the final prescription.”
“Then how did my mother get it?”
“Saint Matthew’s dispensary.”
Caitlyn whispered:
“My father too.”
Bellini nodded.
“Anthony came to me after Elena died.”
“What did he say?”
“That Lorenzo would eventually kill him too.”
Caitlyn’s eyes filled.
“Did you help?”
“Yes.”
“Then why did Dad die there 3 years ago?”
Bellini looked at her.
“I do not think he did.”
Silence.
Caitlyn froze.
“What?”
Bellini took a photograph from his coat.
Anthony Marchetti.
Older.
Thin.
Walking beside a bus station.
Date stamp:
18 months ago.
Caitlyn stared.
“That is impossible.”
Bellini nodded.
“I thought so too.”
Her hands shook.
“My father died 3 years ago.”
“No.”
“I saw a body.”
Bellini looked at her.
“Did you see his face?”
Caitlyn stopped.
The memory.
Closed casket.
Hospital said damage after cardiac arrest and a fall.
She looked sick.
“No.”
Bellini continued.
“Peter arranged the death certificate.”
Walter whispered:
“My brother.”
Bellini nodded.
Caitlyn stared at the photograph.
“Where is my father?”
Bellini looked at Santino.
“That is why I came.”
Santino frowned.
Bellini continued.
“Anthony contacted me 4 days ago.”
Caitlyn stopped breathing.
“What did he say?”
Bellini looked at her.
“That his daughter had entered the Ferraro house.”
Silence.
Santino stared.
Caitlyn whispered:
“He knew.”
Bellini nodded.
“He knew.”
“Where is he?”
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