Martin Cordemann - The Polizeit Detective

Martin Cordemann

The Polizeit Detective

A Time Travel Crime Story

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12:00 12:00 “We have a problem.“ Ethan raised an eyebrow. “Okay, you have,“ corrected Elisabeth Fect, a beautiful woman in her early 30s, a brilliant chess player, and his superior officer. “That sounds more like it,“ Ethan agreed. „Would you like to specify?“ “Would you like me to?“ she grinned. “Never.“ “Too clever?“ “Too boring!“ “I beg your pardon!“ “No, you don't.“ Fect nodded in agreement. “So you want to find out for yourself?“ “Like I always do.“ “May I give you a hint?“ “You mean... like it could be a murder?“ the Detective speculated ironically. “Yeah, something like that.“ “Sure, what have you got?“ Captain Elisabeth Fect put on a serious face and said with a touch of drama: “Detective Cause, it could be a murder!“ “It could be... or it is?“ “Well, it is,“ she admitted. “A murder you say,“ he said in played astonishment. “Yes, Detective. Someone has been murdered.“ “Who?“ “Ehm...“ “Where?“ “Well...“ “When?“ “...“ “Why?“ Fect shrugged her shoulders. Ethan smiled. “Well then... let's find out!”

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“We have a problem.“

Ethan raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, you have,“ corrected Elisabeth Fect, a beautiful woman in her early 30s, a brilliant chess player, and his superior officer.

“That sounds more like it,“ Ethan agreed. „Would you like to specify?“

“Would you like me to?“ she grinned.

“Never.“

“Too clever?“

“Too boring!“

“I beg your pardon!“

“No, you don't.“

Fect nodded in agreement.

“So you want to find out for yourself?“

“Like I always do.“

“May I give you a hint?“

“You mean... like it could be a murder?“ the Detective speculated ironically.

“Yeah, something like that.“

“Sure, what have you got?“

Captain Elisabeth Fect put on a serious face and said with a touch of drama: “Detective Cause, it could be a murder!“

“It could be... or it is?“

“Well, it is,“ she admitted.

“A murder you say,“ he said in played astonishment.

“Yes, Detective. Someone has been murdered.“

“Who?“

“Ehm...“

“Where?“

“Well...“

“When?“

“...“

“Why?“

Fect shrugged her shoulders.

Ethan smiled.

“Well then... let's find out!”

“Is that what happened?”

“More or less.” Ethan gave it short thought. “More less.”

“Why don't you tell us the truth?”

“Maybe I did.”

“You don't seem sure.”

“But I am. Very so, to be clear.”

“But?”

“Oh, there's no but.” Ethan grinned that grin that made people angry at him, sometimes hate him, sometimes try to kill him, but without success so far. “Well, the day is young,” he muttered.

“I beg your pardon.”

“Oh, that was... something I thought about. And, to make that clear, I doubt it.”

“You doubt...” The man caught up. “Oh, you doubt, that I beg your pardon.”

“I'm impressed,” confirmed the same grin. “You don't seem to be that dumb after all,”

“Well...”

“ Seem I said, so the jury is still out on that one.”

The man sighed, something the Detective was used to.

Ethan smiled.

“Where were we?”

“You wanted to tell us the truth,”

“I did tell you the truth,” corrected Ethan, “I didn't want to . It just came out.” Now it was his term to sigh. “I don't have to lie anyway, so what is all of this about? And who the hell are you, by the way?”

“Why don't you consider this a story and me the reader?”

“Why don't I consider this a case and you an asshole?” proposed Ethan.

“Well...”

“Would you like me to go on?”

“Yes.”

“With the insults?”

Again the deadly grin.

“What about me?” now the other man said.

“What about you?”

“Am I an asshole, too?”

“I don't know, you haven't said that much, yet. I can let you know if I come to a decision?”

“I'd rather skip that.”

“Probably a good idea,” concurred Ethan.

“So you are Detective Ethan Cause and your superior officer is Captain Elisabeth Fect?!”

“Absolutely correct, as if I told you... which I did.”

“That aside,” the still nameless man looked up from his notes, “your names are Cause and...”

“Cause and E. Fect, yes.” Ethan nodded. “Your are not the first to not notice. But it get's even better when you consider which organization we work for.”

“You work for the Polizei.”

“That is... almost right.”

“It is not?”

“Not precisely, no. If we would, we would both be in Germany, Austria or some part of Switzerland and we would not have this unpleasant conversation.”

“I don't understand.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Even he can see that.” Ethan pointed into the direction of the first man, which had given the lead to his colleague and become quite quiet.

“What, no further insult?” the man replied.

“I thought it was enough insult implied. So, as the two of you should already know, Fect and I are working for the Polizeit.”

“What kind of word is that?”

“A foreign one. Well, actually two foreign ones, but merged together.” A long sigh, the sigh of having explained all that a thousand times before, escaped Ethan's lips, walked through the room, enjoyed the view at the window and then left for a drink in a bar and a nice relaxing massage. “It's some kind of wordplay. It consists of the German words Polizei and Zeit. Polizei means police and Zeit means time, so in English it would be something like Policetime... which would not make a lick of sense, so we prefer to use the German word, because it sounds young and cool an hip and has more to it than just calling us The Time Police... which sounds more like the name of a rock band or something. And yes, we considered Crime Travel as a hint to Time Travel, but there was already a tv-show by the same name and we didn't want to get into legal trouble.” Ethan looked at the two men. “So does that answer your question?”

“Do you care?”

“ That answer you do know.”

“We do.”

The man did not smile, neither did his colleague.

“So why don't you tell us what happened then?”

“I found out what happened and who the killer was.”

They just stared at him.

“Or would you like some more details?” he grinned.

There was an office. In a skyscraper. With not the nicest of views. Showing other skyscrapers. Higher. And uglier. And skyscrapier, if that was a word. But they lived in a time, where it could be one. Even a crappy one. A scycrappy one...