Luccane
Chapter 56: One Point of Truth

"So, do you think Mr Ricky is a direct descendant of Vin?" I asked Andri.

Andri flicked his finger. "just right! it could have been true who knew Vin didn't die like his family back then and got married."

I gulped, not expecting that Andri could think that far.

Although I feel that the theory that Andri said could have made sense, I still wonder why Mr. Ricky always tried to avoid eye contact with me.

Is that guy hiding something from me?

"It does make sense, but how can he marry someone if even in civil records he is declared dead?" I said I was trying to re-examine the theory that Andri was saying.

It's confusing, but Andri and I can't let their guard down. We must not lose even the slightest hint in order to find the common ground of the case.

"By using a false identity of course. Don't you think that in those days it was very easy for people with abundant money to fake identities?"

This makes sense too!

The era was not as sophisticated as today, and of course in that year there was no sophisticated data base collection system as it is now.

"It is possible that Vin faked his identity and married until he finally had children, that's a theory that still makes sense" Andri added with enthusiasm although I can also see that he was quite exhausted.

"I assume we can hold on to that theory, but how can we prove the truth?" I asked while trying to think of another possibility regarding the bond between Vin and Ricky.

Andri shifted her sitting position, lowered her head slightly and whispered to me.

"Of course we have to follow Mr. Ricky after he goes through the examination. Anyway we don't have a schedule to meet with investigators today, do we?"

"You are a genius!" girang balaku.

"What are you waiting for then? Let's wait in the car for Mr. Ricky to be unsuspecting" Andri added in a whispering voice.

Hurry me and Andri clean up the things we brought and immediately return to the car to get ready to follow Mr. Ricky.

I'm sure the man was hiding something very carefully from the point of looking at me he didn't want to.

Fortunately, we came earlier than Mr. Ricky so he most likely did not know which vehicle we were using to get to the police station.

That way we can follow Mr. Ricky more freely and safely.

"In case you'd better sit on the middle bench right behind me. Because maybe Mr. Ricky will immediately realize that he was followed if you sit in front," said Andri who again gave a brilliant idea just before I got into the car.

I nodded, then went in and sat in the middle of the car. While waiting, I saw Andri was busy contacting someone with his phone without me knowing what they were talking about but it seemed that there was something very serious.

"It seems I know where Mr. Ricky and his family stayed during their stay in Bandung from a trusted informant" Andri said shortly after ending his phone call.

"Huh? How come?" I was obviously confused and wondered how Andri could do a very good investigation like a professional police officer.

"You don't need to know the details, but for sure now we have to start moving because the subject we're looking for could be in the hotel."

The soft classical Dutch Baroque music accompanies my and Andri's journey to one of the five-star hotels that Andri believes is the place where Mr. Ricky is staying with someone.

In contrast to the quiet music, my heart is not at all calm.

I felt very uneasy, unable to imagine what would happen after this if I really managed to meet that person.

The arterial road that we passed was in good condition, making Andri increase the speed of his car a little to reach the destination faster.

"If we make it, I don't know how much to thank you," I said, trying to shake off anxiety.

Andri smiled, apparently from the reflection of his rearview mirror. "don't be too grateful, I do it because as brothers we must help each other."

The digital map that led Andri and I to the hotel read, a sign that our destination was near.

Andri slowed down the speed of the car and slowly positioned the car to the left lane of the direction where the hotel was located.

After being right in the entrance of the hotel building that already looks that old, Andri directs the car to enter the hotel.

"I just found out there are also old buildings like this in the city of Bandung in addition to the Asia-Africa road area," andri said while observing the old building that looks very prominent compared to the modern buildings around it.

"Yes think about it next time, we have to look for a subject like you said," I said impatiently, pulling Andri's arm to enter the hotel building.

We shuffled in, walking straight to the reception without much ado.

"Where is the subject staying?" andri asked the handsome young man who was the receptionist of the hotel.

The young man gave me a key that I believe to be the master key then whispered later.

"On the second floor, room number one hundred and two. He's a European-faced old man who seems to be related to Mr. Ricky van Mottman."

Andri nodded in understanding, and then led me to follow her steps towards the second floor of the hotel on the elevator. Upon arrival on the second floor, Andri and I then circulated the view looking for where the room is located to our destination while hoping that there are no security officers standing guard around here.

"That's the room, let's hurry!" Andri exclaimed in a stifled voice, making me instantly take a step right behind her.

I was also a bit surprised to find out that this hotel does not have a surveillance camera after a long time to observe the situation around. This is a great opportunity, we must not waste it!

With the key to the hotel receptionist, Andri and I managed to get into the room with quite luxurious facilities.

Both Andri and I were trying to find someone who might be in the room.

"I didn't expect that you would find me so soon, Mevrouw Vishabea. You are indeed very great," a voice flowed through the air, making me wonderfully shocked.

I know that voice, I really know that voice and know who the owner of that voice is!

Oh, am I dreaming?!