HYACINTH DOLLS Episode FOUR
A very wonderful morning it was. The blue & white shades of sky & universe were like stripes in the air. August just began & the nature is cheering the full swing of the summer in its every feature. The big maples & loud peach trees were glorifying the park. A cure park. In some of the cities of Germany these cure parks are kind of additional attraction. They say, you can find all the herbal species what you might need for your good health. The Hibiscus, for an example. Or the Neem trees. They who come from the distant east. Neem is a very well known wonder of the mother nature. But unfortunately, they cant really survive in European weather. Particularly the winter. Still, there were an effort to keep alive a few Neem trees in a Glass House in this cure park. Neem is a big tree. The glass houses were limited. So, they refused to live. Years passed by but the empty glass house was still kept as it is. They looked very haunted at a corner of the big cure park.
But in this very fresh morning, the Glass house was not looking haunted. Rather there were quite some people surrounded the house. Two policevans. One police dog just ran out of a cage van of dogs.
Surgent Beverborg jumped out after the dog. He was a big red nosed German with a little Bavarian accent.
- Head Constable Fischer reporting, Sir. A young lanky policeman wished Beverborg.
- Where is the spot?
- On your right, Sir.
Beverborg pulled the black Shephard dog to the direction. They were follwed by the other police officers. There were two female officers. One blond & the other is brunnete. Both young & both very German in looks. The indiscrimination on women in German Army & in Police has become a big issue in media off late. Because of indiscrimination & insult, two of the female officers committed suicide in past years. The female police officers are a little special than earlier. In Germany, you will always find a pair of a male & a female police officers are on duty. Even in petrol or in general places, in fairs or in the city centres. It looks very pretty though very filmi in the eyes of the viewer.
- Please stay away frau Karoline & Frau Carla..
Beverborg said it in a whispering voice. He already did an investigation. The other police officers were in the spot. Where the two women were stopped, from there one could see a pair of legs with a pair of bucatti shoes. One can see the logo of the brand clearly & it is also understood that they were a very newly purchased pair. Or the owner of these shoes didnt walk on muddy streets ever. The suit was also very expensive. His body was lying on his stomach beside a bush. The face of the body was towards the Glass House. A pool of blood was soaked into the soil & the place was looking reddish black around the body. The two women turned back from the scene & Beverborg proceeded to the spot.
- Dead?
- Thats what it looks, said Fischer.
The dog sniffed the area, sniffed the body & started licking the forehead & the cheeks of the deadbody then ran towards the fence. Which is some 20 meters away. Constable Fischer ran after the dog. The dog was barking loud. Fischer followed the dog but couldnt cross the fence like the dog did. He crossed it by taking another round of 30 meters through a gate. Found the dog on the street & the dog was barking loud looking at the destination Venusberg, standing on the Koblenzer Strasse.
- Sir, they ran away with a car. Which was parked behind the fence. Constable Fischer told this on his coming back to the spot of murder.
- Call the photographers.
The routine work started. The photographer came, started snapping. They marked the area. The forensic materials were being collected. Media appeared. They took the photos. Two tv channels took a few footage. The deadbody was packed in a gunny bag & was taken to a special van by a stretcher. By that time there was a crowd of people. Some curious morning walkers. Mostly retired people. A few health freeks, some runners & a few school children. One middle aged man was standing just beside the carrier van. He was wearing a jogging suit & had earphone plugged into his ears. As if a music buff. Beverborg was organising the arrangements of the transport. This middle aged man suddenly started walking & did hit Beverborg.
- Excuse me !
- Excused.
This man by now looked at the face of the deadbody.
- Hey! That is Douglas !
- Thats none of your business. Beverborg shouted at him. But, how do you know him?
- He was my classmate.
- Your classmate?
- Yes. My classmate. I knew that he was woking as a cop & he..
He couldnt finish his sentence. Beverborg hushed him. But by that time the media people could smell a scoop. They hurried to Beverborg & started asking questions.
- Was it a policeman?
- Why you didnt give us the lead earlier?
- Was he from the German police?
- From some other country?
- Is it a gang war?
There were one after another questions. Beverborg looked at that middle aged man with red eyes once. then turned to the media. There were all together 6 journalists & two cameras.
- Yes. It is unfortunate but we must anounce that the deadbody is of an Interpole officer. His name is Curt Douglas. By whom & how he has been killed, we have no idea about that as of now. But we got some good leads. It seems they were two persons & after the murder they drove towards Venusberg. Our coroner in his initial report says, the murder took place in between 02 to 03 hours in the early morning. For the sake of investigation, I cannot say anything else. Thank you.
Beverborg instructed the other guys to take the body inside the carrier van. Before that two of the tv channels shoot the close up of the dead face. Which seemed like a sleeping person. Beverborg jumped into the van in the same chamber. The van started with hooter.
Under a big maple tree another guy was standing idle. He was in his end thirties, wearing a grey suit & a pair of dark sunglasses, which turned him as a blind man. As soon as the van started, he took out his iphone. Called hastily & said
- The bird is not flying anymore. ... Yah!, here in Germany. ... I saw the face clearly. .. It was the same, the perfumery. .. Sure like a peg! .. The perfume smelled sweet. ...But who paid the price? .. Any idea? ..Till then.
Inside the carrier van Beverborg slowly opened the gunnybag. The deadbody sat up. Smiled to him. Beverborg took out some napkins from under the seat. He started to wipe out the blood stains from his chest.
- It was damn cold, the soil. You came quite late.
- Sorry! I had a kind of early morning slumber suddenly. Beverborg gave Curt a smile. Helped him to come out of the gunnybag. Curt Douglas took out a pack of cigar from the pocket of his coat.
- Dont smoke in this van Curt.Beverborg requested.
- Oh! ok. So, my schoolmate did a good job.
- Sure, he did. I asked him & also left Fischer in the spot. To keep an eye on the people.
- You think they will step in the trap?
- We shouldnt leave a chance.
- Good Job Sergent.Thank you for your help.
- Always at your service, Sir! But,how can you save the children?
- A team is already at there place. & I have to fly today. It will take me a few hours to collect some datas from here. I hope you have kept the chips alive there?
- As you instructed. Said Beverborg.
Within munutes his mobile rang. Informations started coming. By the time they reached to the Morgue, Beverborg & Curt Douglas came to know how many telephone calls were made from the spot & what was said in those phones. The van entered into the morgue. Curt again went inside the gunnybag.
The van stopped in the entrance of the morgue.
There were 33 telephone calls. Mostly from the excited morning walkers after they found the deadbody, two calls to the police & asking for help, five calls to the nearabout hospitals & the 22nd call started like this
- The bird is not flying anymore. ... Yah!, here in Germany. ... I saw the face clearly. .. It was the same, the perfumery. .. Sure like a peg! .. The perfume smelled sweet. ...But who paid the price? .. Any idea? ..Till then.
Curt & Beverborg stepped down from the van. Inside the morgue there was a secret hideout of combined agencies. It was equipped with everything one can imagine. Even connected to the sattelites. Curt logged in to a small laptop.
Suddenly there was a cloud outside. The fresh & flowery morning became darker with shades. In the city centre, where happy people were having there breakfast seating in sun in the french boulangerie, anxiously started looking at the sky.. Some of them covered there coffee & started looking for seats inside the restaurant. This city centre was not far away from the cure park. The man under the maple tree with an early thirties white woman wanted to come inside. He was still with his sunglasses on. A white approned worn Italian waitress opened the glass door for the couple. She showered a bright smile on them. Inside it was warm & smelling of the butter, coffee & freshly becked croissonts & cheeze .. In a low key it was Edith Piaf singing,
To be continued ...
A very wonderful morning it was. The blue & white shades of sky & universe were like stripes in the air. August just began & the nature is cheering the full swing of the summer in its every feature. The big maples & loud peach trees were glorifying the park. A cure park. In some of the cities of Germany these cure parks are kind of additional attraction. They say, you can find all the herbal species what you might need for your good health. The Hibiscus, for an example. Or the Neem trees. They who come from the distant east. Neem is a very well known wonder of the mother nature. But unfortunately, they cant really survive in European weather. Particularly the winter. Still, there were an effort to keep alive a few Neem trees in a Glass House in this cure park. Neem is a big tree. The glass houses were limited. So, they refused to live. Years passed by but the empty glass house was still kept as it is. They looked very haunted at a corner of the big cure park.
But in this very fresh morning, the Glass house was not looking haunted. Rather there were quite some people surrounded the house. Two policevans. One police dog just ran out of a cage van of dogs.
Surgent Beverborg jumped out after the dog. He was a big red nosed German with a little Bavarian accent.
- Head Constable Fischer reporting, Sir. A young lanky policeman wished Beverborg.
- Where is the spot?
- On your right, Sir.
Beverborg pulled the black Shephard dog to the direction. They were follwed by the other police officers. There were two female officers. One blond & the other is brunnete. Both young & both very German in looks. The indiscrimination on women in German Army & in Police has become a big issue in media off late. Because of indiscrimination & insult, two of the female officers committed suicide in past years. The female police officers are a little special than earlier. In Germany, you will always find a pair of a male & a female police officers are on duty. Even in petrol or in general places, in fairs or in the city centres. It looks very pretty though very filmi in the eyes of the viewer.
- Please stay away frau Karoline & Frau Carla..
Beverborg said it in a whispering voice. He already did an investigation. The other police officers were in the spot. Where the two women were stopped, from there one could see a pair of legs with a pair of bucatti shoes. One can see the logo of the brand clearly & it is also understood that they were a very newly purchased pair. Or the owner of these shoes didnt walk on muddy streets ever. The suit was also very expensive. His body was lying on his stomach beside a bush. The face of the body was towards the Glass House. A pool of blood was soaked into the soil & the place was looking reddish black around the body. The two women turned back from the scene & Beverborg proceeded to the spot.
- Dead?
- Thats what it looks, said Fischer.
The dog sniffed the area, sniffed the body & started licking the forehead & the cheeks of the deadbody then ran towards the fence. Which is some 20 meters away. Constable Fischer ran after the dog. The dog was barking loud. Fischer followed the dog but couldnt cross the fence like the dog did. He crossed it by taking another round of 30 meters through a gate. Found the dog on the street & the dog was barking loud looking at the destination Venusberg, standing on the Koblenzer Strasse.
- Sir, they ran away with a car. Which was parked behind the fence. Constable Fischer told this on his coming back to the spot of murder.
- Call the photographers.
The routine work started. The photographer came, started snapping. They marked the area. The forensic materials were being collected. Media appeared. They took the photos. Two tv channels took a few footage. The deadbody was packed in a gunny bag & was taken to a special van by a stretcher. By that time there was a crowd of people. Some curious morning walkers. Mostly retired people. A few health freeks, some runners & a few school children. One middle aged man was standing just beside the carrier van. He was wearing a jogging suit & had earphone plugged into his ears. As if a music buff. Beverborg was organising the arrangements of the transport. This middle aged man suddenly started walking & did hit Beverborg.
- Excuse me !
- Excused.
This man by now looked at the face of the deadbody.
- Hey! That is Douglas !
- Thats none of your business. Beverborg shouted at him. But, how do you know him?
- He was my classmate.
- Your classmate?
- Yes. My classmate. I knew that he was woking as a cop & he..
He couldnt finish his sentence. Beverborg hushed him. But by that time the media people could smell a scoop. They hurried to Beverborg & started asking questions.
- Was it a policeman?
- Why you didnt give us the lead earlier?
- Was he from the German police?
- From some other country?
- Is it a gang war?
There were one after another questions. Beverborg looked at that middle aged man with red eyes once. then turned to the media. There were all together 6 journalists & two cameras.
- Yes. It is unfortunate but we must anounce that the deadbody is of an Interpole officer. His name is Curt Douglas. By whom & how he has been killed, we have no idea about that as of now. But we got some good leads. It seems they were two persons & after the murder they drove towards Venusberg. Our coroner in his initial report says, the murder took place in between 02 to 03 hours in the early morning. For the sake of investigation, I cannot say anything else. Thank you.
Beverborg instructed the other guys to take the body inside the carrier van. Before that two of the tv channels shoot the close up of the dead face. Which seemed like a sleeping person. Beverborg jumped into the van in the same chamber. The van started with hooter.
Under a big maple tree another guy was standing idle. He was in his end thirties, wearing a grey suit & a pair of dark sunglasses, which turned him as a blind man. As soon as the van started, he took out his iphone. Called hastily & said
- The bird is not flying anymore. ... Yah!, here in Germany. ... I saw the face clearly. .. It was the same, the perfumery. .. Sure like a peg! .. The perfume smelled sweet. ...But who paid the price? .. Any idea? ..Till then.
Inside the carrier van Beverborg slowly opened the gunnybag. The deadbody sat up. Smiled to him. Beverborg took out some napkins from under the seat. He started to wipe out the blood stains from his chest.
- It was damn cold, the soil. You came quite late.
- Sorry! I had a kind of early morning slumber suddenly. Beverborg gave Curt a smile. Helped him to come out of the gunnybag. Curt Douglas took out a pack of cigar from the pocket of his coat.
- Dont smoke in this van Curt.Beverborg requested.
- Oh! ok. So, my schoolmate did a good job.
- Sure, he did. I asked him & also left Fischer in the spot. To keep an eye on the people.
- You think they will step in the trap?
- We shouldnt leave a chance.
- Good Job Sergent.Thank you for your help.
- Always at your service, Sir! But,how can you save the children?
- A team is already at there place. & I have to fly today. It will take me a few hours to collect some datas from here. I hope you have kept the chips alive there?
- As you instructed. Said Beverborg.
Within munutes his mobile rang. Informations started coming. By the time they reached to the Morgue, Beverborg & Curt Douglas came to know how many telephone calls were made from the spot & what was said in those phones. The van entered into the morgue. Curt again went inside the gunnybag.
The van stopped in the entrance of the morgue.
There were 33 telephone calls. Mostly from the excited morning walkers after they found the deadbody, two calls to the police & asking for help, five calls to the nearabout hospitals & the 22nd call started like this
- The bird is not flying anymore. ... Yah!, here in Germany. ... I saw the face clearly. .. It was the same, the perfumery. .. Sure like a peg! .. The perfume smelled sweet. ...But who paid the price? .. Any idea? ..Till then.
Curt & Beverborg stepped down from the van. Inside the morgue there was a secret hideout of combined agencies. It was equipped with everything one can imagine. Even connected to the sattelites. Curt logged in to a small laptop.
Suddenly there was a cloud outside. The fresh & flowery morning became darker with shades. In the city centre, where happy people were having there breakfast seating in sun in the french boulangerie, anxiously started looking at the sky.. Some of them covered there coffee & started looking for seats inside the restaurant. This city centre was not far away from the cure park. The man under the maple tree with an early thirties white woman wanted to come inside. He was still with his sunglasses on. A white approned worn Italian waitress opened the glass door for the couple. She showered a bright smile on them. Inside it was warm & smelling of the butter, coffee & freshly becked croissonts & cheeze .. In a low key it was Edith Piaf singing,
''Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu`on m`a fait, ni le mal
Tout ca m`est bien egal
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
C`est paye, balaye, oublie, je me fous do passe
Ni le bien qu`on m`a fait, ni le mal
Tout ca m`est bien egal
Non, rien de rien, non, je ne regrette rien
C`est paye, balaye, oublie, je me fous do passe
..
Non, rein de rein, non, je ne regrette rien .... ''
To be continued ...
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