In her poor home in Florida, America, Anna cleans
potatoes. Before he can clean and throw the last potatoes
in the pan, suddenly three policemen invade the house.
Surprised and frightened, Anna makes a cry of terror.
Anna Jackson:
A! What do you want from me?
He asks the police, while he is removed from the pan.
Police officers:
You're Tom Jackson's wife, right?
Annie Jackson:
Correctly. He's my husband. Is something happening to
him? He didn't call me for six hours now...
Noon and Emily Dickinson is at the Bank, in New York.
Flimsy, weak, with a beautiful face and bodysuit, with
grace and style, she comes out of the entrance holding an
umbrella. Opening it, she sees opposite her the cars
heading quickly. She has a scarlet bag on her shoulder,
which fits perfectly with her red coat. With a rapid step
she heads towards the black Jaguar her. It rains
torrentially and rushes back to her home. Emily
Dickinson, the bank's manager.
Somewhere at 2 o'clock in the morning, The phone of
Police Officer Jack Rowland rings. Heavily asleep, he is
slow to hear the phone, but after a few seconds he wakes
up and picks up the phone.
Jack Rowland:
Yes, forward?
On the other line of the headset, the lieutenant of the
police station is heard. She tells him that Tom Jackson
is dead. He was found somewhere far away in a car shot.
He had stolen photographs and some drawings of classic
buildings of heavy historical and not only value, from
the construction company in which he worked, the next day
his wife Anna was informed of the outcome of her husband.
Lieutenant:
Good evening. Sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Policeman,
but something very tragic is happening. Tom Jackson was
found dead shot in his car.
Constable:
Yes, I'm known for the designs. That is why the
investigations were carried out. The outcome is very sad.
Thank you lieutenant. If you don't have anything else to
convey to me, have a nice evening.
Lieutenant:
That is what I had to say to you, Mr. PoliceMan. Good
evening and sorry for the inconvenience.
Saturday morning, headmistress Emily Dickinson leafs
through fashion magazines, lying on the couch in her
living room, sipping coffee in her expensive home. She
gets up and goes to the bathroom mirror while getting
ready to take a shower and get ready for her appointment
with the hairdresser. After being undressed, she entered
the bathtub, began to take a bath when her cell phone
suddenly rings.
Emily Dickinson:
Yes, please?
At the other end of the line is the New York City Police
Department.
Police Directorate:
Good morning, Mrs. Dickinson, we would like to inform you
that Constable Jack Rowland, shed light on the case about
the plans of the construction company you are working
with. He would like an appointment with you.
Emily Dickinson:
Yes, of course it could be arranged on Monday morning in
my office, at the bank, if it is not difficult. You know
my busy schedule doesn't allow me any appointments other
than those of the job itself.
Police Directorate:
All right, we will pass it on to Mr Rowland, and we hope
everything goes well. Thank you.
Emily Dickinson:
Me too, have a nice day.
Outside Jack Rowland's house a hustle and bustle is
heard. He goes to the window to see. A woman and a man
quarrel and shout loudly. He fails to understand why.
Jack Rowland, a lonely police officer, around 45, with no
family and children, but with a very good position in the
police. Beautiful, fit but not strong, with thin facial
features and a brilliant mind.
He leaves the window and goes to the office to read his
newspaper. Near the 9th page, the newspaper writes about
the murder of wiretapping Tom Jackson, a secretary of the
international real estate construction company Co &
Mark's. Closes the newspaper while the phone rings.
Jack Rowland:
Please?
Police Directorate:
Yes, Mr. Police, your appointment with Mrs. Emily
Dickinson, the bank's manager, was arranged for 11 a.m.
on Monday, at the bank where Mrs. Dickinson works. You'll
be able to meet her, right?
Jack Rowland:
Correctly. I will be there at 11 to inform her of the
progress of the situation. Thank you.
With renewed mood and joy, Emily Dickinson, after
returning from the hairdresser's salon in the afternoon
to evening of the same day, said to leaf through the
newspaper to see the overnight theaters. She finds one of
her liking and decides alone to see one of her favorite
shows, the same and all night.
She closes the newspaper, walks towards the living room,
reaches the stairs, climbs them up and heads to her room;
she opens the closet and decides to put on a black dress
after taking a shower. She showers. He exits the shower
and heads to the room to get dressed, putting on the
underwear and getting dressed.
After getting dressed, he put on the most beautiful gold
necklace, took the bag and car keys, went down the stairs
and closed the door.