When my wife broke the fibula, I immediately had such a strange feeling. It's as if that was just the beginning of something that I did not see through. This feeling thickened to know when I was two days later into the living room and heard her say Gesine up the phone: "Oh, Mr. Schneider, but that is kind of you! Nice that you could set up the. My husband will be delighted. "The mere fact that I did not know what I would be glad suggested the opposite.
"What I will be happy?"
"Imagine, Mr. Schneider has overridden my booking for the crime to travel up and also found an empty seat for next weekend. Is not it great? I know you like thrillers, too. "
Well, what can I say? Now and again I read once a thriller, but not this Scandinavian-depressive social dramas in which the investigator is himself with at least one foot in the jail or the loony bin, and has at least two illegitimate children, one of which is attached to the syringe and the other of a suicide attempt hurries to the next. No, more simply knit thriller, in which world domination is at stake and the hero out of his job only women, fast cars and martinis with olives in the head. And now this!
Gesine belatschern had himself a friend of participate in a mystery trip to the Eifel. There, someone organized group manhunt for an assassin, so true with crime scene visits, evidence gathering and evidence analysis. Gesine really wanted go this weekend, but the injury had made her a spanner in the works. And now I had to spoon.
"But ..."
"But nothing! It's so nice of Mr. Schneider that he could do something on such short notice. Finally, I've already paid. And can you tell me everything so minutely. "
exactly what I had feared. Hair Small talk was: watching hair small, so that nothing escaped me. Gesine had become a routine in Detection of inconsistencies. Mystery muck! And the fact that I Mr. Schneider already abysmal hated, I need not emphasize.
The Crime community lived in a guesthouse on the outskirts of the small Eifel village. Mr. Schneider received me profusely and hurried to assure that he had every sympathy if you had to cancel due to such a serious breach of his event. And it was a pure stroke of luck that there was an empty seat this weekend. In the eleven other guests if they were a group, a kind of outing that, but the men certainly would not mind if I occupy the empty seat.
While I was thinking about was that a group of men booked such an arrangement, but where over seventy percent of the crime readers are women, I was on the way to breakfast together like a lover on the way the crime. His name was Luigi Caroni and reminded me of some of the characters I knew from my thrillers.
"Heng," I said. "Very pleased."
"Ah, you have determined the Signor, said of the Signor Schneider, right?" His Italian accent was unmistakable.
"Yes, probably." As he spoke
, he played with the left hand with any object in the pocket of his jacket black suit. Somewhere I heard that noise before, but I was not sure where. Was also not care. Presumably it was a keychain.
The other men looked so similar to Mr. Caroni. Moreover, they also were called something like that. For a moment it occurred to me that they were part of the production that Mr. Schneider remembered list here. But then the same Lord and his assistant went into the breakfast room and greeted those present as guests, so my theory broke down again.
"I am delighted that you are visiting us here together to solve a crime."
Some of the men began whispering, and Mr. Caroni, who was sitting next to me leaned over to me in confidence: "Has a lot of humor, il Signor Schneider, do not you?"
"Uh, but, but," I replied hastily, although I am not was quite clear, as Mr. Caroni suspected this because of the sentence uttered. However, they seemed to have across the table from a similar opinion, because out there, grinning in front of two colleagues, while for one-cleaned with a switchblade knife fingernails. Now I also fell back on where I had heard the sound of Mr Caronis pocket already: In this film, starring Bruce Willis, in which he plays a hit man and always with a Butterfly knife waving around. Slowly, I was thinking the whole situation.
"We will look at this weekend a murderer and transfer the deed," said Mr. Schneider recently. A murmur went around the table, and eleven pairs of eyes looked suspicious under furrowed brows on the host. My pair of eyes to go to Mr. Caronis lips, who said softly: "A murder is done". "A brave man, Signor Schneider
Mr. Schneider announced theatrically. "When we finished breakfast, we will go together to the scene and look at the body closer. Maybe we can find some first indications of the possible perpetrators. "
Luigi hit two or three times vigorously with his signet ring with the coffee cup. "I have a question, Signor Schneider. Will the police be there? "
" Uh, no, no, Mr. Caroni, uh, we're the police, so to speak. "
at the table burst out laughter.
Irritated said Mr. Schneider continued with his introduction. "Yes, this is quite amusing is not it? Well have, so when we visited the crime scene and secure any possible traces, we will be able to hear some witnesses in the village to collect more information. "
The cheerful mood evaporated instantly. On the other side of the table under the knife broke one manicure.
"What Witness, "asked Mr. Caroni.
"Well, are in every murder case, give it a number of people with valuable information may." Mr. Schneider, the event had obviously prepared in great detail.
"But we'll see ... And before now all be impatient, I suggest we go to the scene."
two minibuses waiting outside. Mr. Schneider drove one, the other a gentleman Grosskurth from the village. Ten minutes later we met in the vicinity of the "crime scene" one. Mr. Schneider piloted us some minutes on a trail through the undergrowth. Then we reached a clearing where there stood an old car. He was burned out, and it clearly smelled of charred door gaskets and melted dashboard.
Mr. Schneider seemed irritated. "I do not understand," he said softly.
"Something wrong?" I asked, feigning interest.
"The car is burned," Mr. Schneider seemed to struggle to be replaced.
"This is not to be overlooked. But I think this is your scene? "
" He is. But the car has burned down. This ... this was not planned. "
I took a look inside, or in what was left over from the inside. For the" corpse "you needed a damn good medical examiner.
"fingerprints we found on the dead body in any case not, "I joked courageous.
Mr. Schneider looked at me like a cow that had just been locked in a meat truck to the slaughterhouse. Then his eyes jerked around to the wreck. "A ... a dead body. There sits a corpse. "
slowly made me the man crazy. First, he staged a crime scene here and then he stammered around.
"There sits a corpse," he repeated incredulously.
"Man, Schneider, the view here all! Here are the voice to stutter on "
Startled, he looked at me. "Who is there anyway?"
"You mean because of the car?" While he
nodded without a word, I slowly began to understand where the error was here. "They have the doll into set was not there?"
He desperately shook his head, and when you look at the charred little closer to the driver's seat looked at rest, the despair was understandable. It was not a doll.
Mr. Caroni and his colleagues were among the very good things around and grinned. "Frozen, he certainly has not," said the grinning and the Manikürestilett.
"Probably a smoker," added his friend.
"One should not just flake out while driving, especially when it still smokes," a third was for the best.
Mr. Caroni approached. "Well, Signor Schneider, as we can see now ... uh ... Notes on the perpetrators? Is nothing more left? "
Schneider still did not utter a word.
"Maybe we should first ask the witnesses," suggested Mr. Caroni. "They did not say there were witnesses?"
"We ... we need to call the police," said Mr. Schneider.
"No, no, no! Polizia No, "replied Mr. Caroni and jokingly threatened with the index finger." We're the police, you said.'s Enough yet. "
Schneider slowly raised his arm and pointed into the car." But there is a Dead body! "
" level, but it's also a crime scene, found that Mr Caroni with satisfaction. "There are many dead bodies, believe me. I know from there. "
He earned a dumbfounded look.
"But ..."
"Nothing but. Trust me! Bodies are found sometimes. What do we do then? "He turned to his colleagues. "Someone discovered a note from you," he said. The professional manicure
pursed lip: "It was a Volkswagen."
"Idiot!" he shouted at Mr. Caroni. "How do you know this? Who cares? Shut your mouth and make you the finger further clean! "He looked again to Schneider. "Then we can probably go again?"
At Mr. Schneider seemed to enforce the view that anything was better than staying here. He nodded weakly.
Five minutes later we reached the small bus and had a further problem: Mr. Grosskurth missing. Schneider first saw his assistant and then at me helplessly. We could help him not. Mr. Grosskurth still missing.
asked "Where is the driver of Bus 2?" Mr. Caroni.
Schneider feebly raised his shoulders, but Caronis Crime group seemed easy.
exhilarated "A miserable chatterbox," replied one of the gentlemen named Lombardi. "During the whole journey said and asked. I do not like. "
" What have you done with him, idiot? Where is he? "Hissed Mr. Caroni. Smirked
Lombardi and looked around." I will not tell. This is to be still a mystery. "
Next to me was Mr. Schneider passed out during one of the Crime friends caught the assistant who had decided to flee.
Caroni looked at me. "Well, Signor Hengstenberg, you know where the driver is?"
Now I had read so many thriller that I had the answer ready immediately.
"Which driver?"
Caroni smiled at me and nodded slowly. "A good man," he said, and patted me praise the upper arm. "Very good man"
What can I say: Somehow, I took a load off my mind and directly in Mr. Caronis board. For some reason he seemed to like me.
Fifteen minutes later we were on our way back into the village. The supposedly unconscious Mr. Schneider was transported to one of the benches have been put down while driving and secretly an SMS. We had reached his house just as well have arrived armed police forces. Fortunately, the Lord did not diminish Caronis tender feelings, because he pointed to the yard where my car was. "Make sure you get up, Signor Hengstenberg. This is not for you. Va ', va'! "
When I was on the highway, to make me the crazy feeling that Mr. Schneider had arranged an almost perfect mystery weekend, the reality almost indistinguishable. Maybe I had just done him wrong.
from short evening I was at home.
"How was it?" Said Gesine excited. "Tell me! What were the other people? "
" Very nice. A group of killers who wanted to get rid of a dead body. No, wait, there were two dead bodies. There was quite a mess that culminated in a gunfight with the village police. Here I was able to escape and now I'm back here. "
" Why you always so sarcastic be? Can not you just talk normal, like it was? And not always treat me like an idiot, just because you did something again not fit into that stuff! "
Well, that could still be fun. Had I actually quoted Mr Caronis phone number?
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