Whodunit? The murder of an Italian hotel executive at 7:30 in the morning of a working day in a nice neighborhood of Makati is all the working girls and boys can talk about. And still very, very tight-lipped are the police.
He was 38 years old, a bachelor who had many friends inside and outside the industry. When the security guard of his five-star hotel arrived at the crime scene to pick up the body as it lay on the street, he saw that the tears that had rolled down the dead man's cheeks were still wet. Touched to the core, the guard wept.
Nor was there a single dry eye during the church service, which was joined by the victim's father. His mother was unable to come, overcome with shock and grief to make the long journey to Metro Manila, where the people take pride in their hospitality to foreigners.
A waitress in his hotel said that if newspaper reports were true that he had eight girlfriends, "We never saw him with a single one of them. We will miss him because he was so talented, he knew his business, A to Z." A marketing officer from another hotel described him as a gentleman who kept his nose clean, and of whom no one ever said a mean word.
The police, hinted a friend, "should not be carried away by the love angle."
