John Brady - Poachers Road

“Wunderbar,” said Speckbauer, shaking his head slowly in admiration as he found a chair. “And the air up here? Mein Gott! It takes years off my lungs to be up here.”

“If you’re that keen to stay Horst,” he said. “I’ve got plenty of jobs. I’ll pay you in that mountain air.”

Horst already, Felix repeated in his mind. So much for The Look. He put down a plate of bread on the table.

“Beautiful country,” Speckbauer repeated, his serene look setting a little as Opa Nagl’s footsteps clumping began to fade upstairs.

“This is what Rossegger meant.”

He turned to Felix.

“You have a motorcycle on the farm here?”

“No.”

“Do the local kids go where they want on theirs?”

“Not like this,” said Felix. “Why? Are there tracks out there?”

“There are indeed. They go off out to the road though.”

“Well he’d hardly just drive down the lane if he was, you know?”

“Right,” said Speckbauer, but in a tone that suggested to Felix that he believed the opposite. He sipped at his coffee again.

“Was there anything else out there?”

Speckbauer shook his head and took butter on his knife.

“Franzi found some dog shit, I believe.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it,” said Speckbauer. He slid the plate with two buttered buns across toward Franzi. Felix stole a glance at Franzi’s claw-like hand reaching for them. It put him in mind of a lizard that needs morning sun to wake up. He waited for Speckbauer to look up from stirring more sugar in his coffee.

“If my grandparents are in any danger, it’s my fault. It’s my fault because you put me up to this nonsense.”

Speckbauer glanced up from the next bun he was preparing.

He continued to stare at Speckbauer.

“Okay,” Speckbauer murmured. “Best you get that talk out of your system now.”

“It’s not just talk,” said Felix.

“Well I do. I see us as Gendarmerie together here,” said Speckbauer. “A team. But if you come up with that ‘nonsense’ talk, and that look on your face when you’re working with the Polizei after the amalgamation… Well, you won’t get much mercy then.

‘Nothing’s the same after the wedding.’ I’d say that’s an expression from up these parts too.”

He leaned over the table.

“Eh Franzi?” he said.

Franzi nodded.

“You’ll be using rank there, every hour of the day. The du and dich stuff from the basic decent Gendarmerie will be piss in the wind then. So keep it up while you can.”

“You said you’d explain things.”

Speckbauer tore off a piece of bread and began chewing.

“I bet you got a lousy sleep,” he said around his chews.

“Sleep? I am supposed to be on a week’s leave.”

“Could be worse,” said Speckbauer.

“Tell me how. A family died in a fire. It looks deliberate, and that’s murder?”

“Well,” said Speckbauer in the same quiet tone. “It would be that.”

“On top of the ones in the forest,” said Felix.

Speckbauer nodded.

“Now someone was snooping around here last night,” Felix went on. “So I don’t see how it could be worse.”

Speckbauer nodded again, and studied the piece of bun he was holding. Franzi was chewing slowly and methodically. To Felix, it began to sound like a metronome. The clicking and gulping sounds began to nauseate him.

“Well, am I the only one who gets this?”

“Gets…?”

“That they could be looking for me,” said Felix. “But you say ‘Don’t call in the local Gendarmes, they’ll just screw things up.’ I’m thinking: Someone’s trying to find me, or do a hell of a lot worse.

Am I getting through to you?”

Speckbauer glanced at Felix, and let out a sigh. Then he looked over at Franzi.

“‘Sons of bitches,’ I was expecting,” he said to him. “You, Franzi?”

“‘Bastards,’” Felix made out through the pause in Franzi’s chewing.

“Which of us is closest?” said Speckbauer to Felix. “‘Sons of bitches,’ or ‘bastards’?”

“Not funny,” said Felix. “I’m not going to be jerked around.

This is not right.”

“Absolutely,” said Speckbauer, and nodded vigorously. “You are right, again.”

That seemed to settle the matter for Speckbauer. He made a yawn and turned to his coffee again.

“So what are you proposing?” Felix asked.

Speckbauer eyed him again before sitting back and turning to Franzi.

“Any suggestions for Gendarme Kimmel here, Franzi? I’m too tired to think.”

“I think Gendarme Kimmel should not panic.”

“Easy for you to say,” said Speckbauer. “Put yourself in his boots.”

The man’s lips were slashes, Felix thought, bloodless. For a moment he imagined Franzi’s face on fire.

“Then he should go somewhere else.”

“What’s to happen to my grandparents then? I abandon them?”

“When you go, their troubles are over.”

Felix stared hard at the glasses. He could not be sure that Franzi was staring back.

“Look,” said Speckbauer. “We talked about this. Someone thinks the Himmelfarb boy told you something. Something that could drop someone in the shit.”

“You never said to me that there’s a local involvement in this,” said Felix.

“Is there? Why do you say that?”

Felix waited for Speckbauer to look over again.

“If doesn’t help to think I’m an idiot.”

“We don’t hold your university days against you. On the contrary.”

Felix had a few moments to consider things but he knew he’d come around again to what he had wanted to tell Speckbauer right away.

“You’ve been a good help so far, Kimmel,” Speckbauer went on.

“Don’t think that’s not appreciated. It will look good on you too.”

Felix put down his cup. He looked at the stain on the saucer for a moment.

“Okay,” he said, and stood up. “I’m going to do what I should have done before.”

“Which is?”

“Phone my C.O., or a bighead in Central Office. Ask to get you two off my back.”

“Sure about that, Kimmel?” Franzi asked.

“I’d be interested to know what they think about your project being out of hand.”

“‘Out of hand’?” said Speckbauer. “You’re being hard on us.

But I understand. It’s a shock to the system, all this. It’s hard for you.”

“I don’t give a shit. I just want to protect my family.”

“Your career,” said Speckbauer. “You hardly want to disgrace your family.”

“That doesn’t work. At least I’ll be able to get real police up here then.”

Speckbauer pushed his cup away.

“That would not be a wise plan,” he said. “It will complicate matters in ways you can’t imagine.”

“Are you going to phone my C.O. and get him to give me an order on that?”

Felix took the cordless phone from the wall. He thumbed through his mobile for a number he knew he had, one for Payroll.

They’d switch him from there.

Speckbauer rubbed at his nose and muttered something to Franzi. ‘The old ones,’ Felix heard. Franzi rose, Speckbauer didn’t.

“Look, Felix,” said Speckbauer. “I’m looking forward to meeting your grandparents when we get through this little chat. But for the moment I’d like them to stay where they are, so they do not overhear some things I need to tell you.”

Franzi had taken up a stiff-looking lean against the staircase.

“Don’t make that phone call now. Make it later, if you decide then. I won’t stop you.”

Berndt had taken a shine to Franzi, it seemed. Felix heard his murmurs to the dog and the sighs as Franzi stroked its head.

“Really,” said Speckbauer. “I’ll answer your questions. Please sit. Now, do you want to start, or will I?”