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It was not as if anyone would have noticed something. The subtle, hidden allusions were noticed only a very good observer. Malicious comments and ironic remarks were still in rapid succession, usually just rushed past the insults and it looked as if everything was still the same. But then there were those little things that in their All were kind of obvious anyway. Ambiguous allusions, perhaps. The odd compliment, carefully hidden behind the teasing undertone that camouflaged it adequately. Common activities that were more common, even if it's just shopping, cooking, or an idle evening were a couple, rather than eating out or romantic walks in the moonlight that would have been so much clearer. Thiel listened Boerne Boerne and listened to him. Well, mostly anyway. Old habits just die hard.
It had started so slowly and quietly that it does not even Thiel himself noticed was until he already hopelessly stuck in the middle.
Eventually, a few weeks ago, they were again out of these daily discussions - Thiel knew no more what it was ever gone. During this discussion, he had something nice to have said to Boerne, but suddenly I had the professor is gone back to him and patterned with an almost suspicious look.
"You flatter me, yes," he had found. "You do not want anything from me."
That was the moment, understood in the Thiel had what happened in the last few weeks was.
He was actually something of Boerne. Or rather, not something . Just him, just Boerne. The whole man, with all that belonged to him - the Rumgewühle in the bodies and his big mouth and a know-and all of his whims and quirks.
This finding was not particularly Thiel thrown off track. She was so logical, seemed so inevitable, that she had not even surprised. In retrospect it was probably a little strange that he of all the annoying, narcissistic pathologists felt something - but it was the way it is and why he should then try to deny it? It was simply the completion of what they had joined since the first moment together.
Boerne also had to have noticed the changes between them and she did not seem to be bothered. On the contrary, he played along, to let a new on their situation. It could unilaterally. It was somewhat mutual, something in common. Thiel knew that - and peace of mind was in this knowledge: an informality, a naturalness that came along without any haste, and doubt. As if you walked down a well-marked path on which you could lose any more. waiting somewhere in the distance the goal. You could miss miss neither. And as long as he knew that he could safely go this way and without fear.
The day was stressful. At the crime scene, they did not expect one, but two corpses, a young couple, man and woman. The woman had a gunshot wound to the chest, the man's body showed no external injuries. The murder weapon was nowhere to be found. Also had the heavy rains in recent days as good as all traces erased, and as part of crime scene forensics, it was drizzling the whole Time. Boerne was excellent spirits despite the weather, alternately speculated on a classical drama or jealousy to commit suicide out of love and looked forward to the upcoming autopsy. Thiel's mood worsened, however, only after he learned of Nadezhda, the dead woman teacher by profession and the young man had been one of her students. This was a godsend for the press and he could hear the vitriolic comments of a prosecutor terminal already.
first dinner at Boerne cheered him up again and spent the day at a satisfactory conclusion, even if the professor came spontaneously to the idea of tomato sauce from fresh-cut Tomatoes to make themselves, rather than using a ready-mix from the can. What emerged were bright red stains on their shirts, funny dialogues, and the best tomato sauce, which Thiel had ever eaten.
After lunch, they lounged in a glass of red wine a little around on Boernes sofa. The mood was upset: relaxed from their cheerful, confident cooking experiments at a comfortable atmosphere in quiet conversation. They talked about anything significant, but it was as if every word hung on an invisible bond that stretched between them. It was security, which was harmony, it was home. If he at that moment the time could freeze, Thiel would have done without hesitation.
"I think I button attachment that Dr again tomorrow before Mertens," he finally said thoughtfully. "I do not know the secret idea. Somehow was not quite clean. "
" I would rather have in your place one eye on these Christian Scheller, "said Boerne. "The ex-friend of the dead teacher, jealous of the young lovers: bring the two ado, and makes it look like suicide. Just that he has made the bill without the best pathologists Cathedral. I saw him just now watched very closely. To me, no one has acted so suspiciously like him. "
Boerne Thiel threw an oblique side view and failed, it should be noted that upon the witness interviews would not normally be present. "Why is that? I do not think he has played his concern. He also had an alibi and was otherwise quite sociable. To me, the cast as normal, a little focus, maybe. "
"They clearly lack the psychological feeling fine," declared Boerne. "He was too busy to answer your questions. In general, he has almost been Biederman: always a polite answer, complete and voluntary reporting - and how he has offered you hot chocolate, also with cream! This calls out for but fake innocence. "
" You're just offended because he has ignored you completely and that all the time. Smirked "Thiel.
"I'm not offended," Boerne responded in a more than insulting tone.
"If you wanted a hot chocolate, would you not want the same in the second set about to find fault with its interiors, Boerne," Thiel said, amused.
"Bah!" Boerne angrily waved, then raised his index finger. "Did you see the bookcase, Thiel? He was so wrong, however, is the famous tower of Pisa as a one! I've already seen with the naked eye! "
" So what? "Said Thiel, raising shoulders. "The main thing, and does his job, right?"
"From the architectural aesthetics of amateur had no idea so much we wish to clarify again!"
"If all this is what you noticed in him ... "
" They seem to be too intrusive to be so completely gone, "said Boerne tune.
Thiel wondered if he was the slight jealousy in Boernes voice merely imagined, but it was warm at the thought. "How do you say that?" he asked. He noted that Boerne herübersah to him, but he dared not at the moment to return the glance.
"They have at least does not react negatively."
"Well." Thiel shrugged. "I's been noticed and I can tell you I've felt good because I can not. I thought I just stay polite and ignore the intrusion. Maybe it was just too nervous. "
" You believe it myself, "said Boerne, but he was now but a bit more relaxed.
"What I know. I caught it at no discussions with people I never see again in my life. Not worth it. "
" Understand ... "Thoughtful Boerne leaned back. "The path of least resistance, what? You save yourself the rather strenuous discussions for the cost to Mr. neighbors. "
" With anything I need you but talk, otherwise you get bored at some point so in my presence. "
" That, my dear Thiel is probably highly unlikely. "
Thiel smiled and looked over at Boerne. Oh, big mistake - Boerne smiled. Or maybe not a mistake? Thiel knew that this was one of those moments where maybe things could go very fast. His heart pounded nervously - but he was not afraid. It was the excitement, the anticipation ... the tape, the tape was still there and Thiel stayed firmly in order not to lose his footing. He was aware of the warmth of his opposite number - they had already sat the whole evening so close together on the sofa?
The eye contact continued. Boernes smile slowly disappeared and was replaced by a different expression: realization, understanding, hesitation, a question. Please thought Thiel, you have to make a beginning, because I'm not sure I trust it to me ... And as if these unspoken thoughts do in Thiel's eyes had been able to read, altered Boernes to face and he suddenly leaned forward. Thiel thought he could feel his warm breath on the skin. His eyes closed, almost without his assistance. Now ...
Now should have actually pass something wonderfully beautiful, but instead sounded suddenly a deafening screech through the whole apartment. Thiel jumped with fright and tore her eyes again, Boerne went back so hard that he knocked his arm against the small side table and swept his wine glass on the floor where it broke with a loud clang. Red wine was on the floor and slowly seeped into the carpet from the door bell rang and still are.
Boerne sprang up hastily and went without a word in the hallway. As soon as he was out of the room, Thiel formally slumped to the ground. Why now why damn it now? It was the perfect moment! They were so short had been before ... it would have happened, it certainly would have happened if they had not been interrupted. Only now he noticed how his heart raced, and his head was so hot, it was intended as red as the tomato stains on his shirt.
"Yes, he is here - a moment," he heard Boernes voice from the apartment hallway. "Thiel? Thiel, can you come again? "
Thiel groaned and then rose from the sofa, shuffling around in the hallway across. The excitement was still dancing in his stomach and he wondered how he should manage to concentrate in this state, his thoughts on anything else. Boerne apartment door was a young girl, a school friend of the deceased. She played uneasily with their gloves, which she held between the fingers.
"I'm over there ... I rang the bell," she said nervously. "And then I thought, I might have mistaken the door and tried it here again ... You said, I can come at any time if something occurs to me."
"Hmm. Yes, I mean, of course. "Thiel stiffened. Every time - every time - yes, but because they had to show up just at the crucial moment? Half an hour later might have already passed - though, who knows what they would have been that busy - no, stop it! Thiel hastily shoved in front of his exuberant fancy the bar. Murder case, murder case, he had to concentrate on the case. "So, come on over to my apartment with the best ..."
"Is ... is the blood? "the girl asked anxiously, pointing to his shirt.
"Nope. Tomato sauce, "growled Thiel. He felt amused look Boernes formally, but for now he could not look easy. Too many thoughts went through his head until he was about to step into the hallway and fell on him that he had forgotten something. "Moment, I'll be right, I'll get my coat just yet fast ..." he muttered.
He turned and ran back into Boernes living room, not overly quickly, more comfortably. At the moment it was him all right, at least for a few seconds to be on their own to gather safely. Once in the living room he remembered that he had taken off his jacket in the dining room. There they hung over the chair. Thiel picked it up, threw it unceremoniously over the shoulder and then reached for his apartment keys, which he had earlier placed on the small dresser. Before he could withdraw his arm again, no further put his hand over his and held him.
"Tomorrow morning, half-seven," said Boerne.
"W-what?" Thiel stammered in surprise. "Half ..."
"half-seven - I'll take you to the Presidency, then you do not ride a bike. When the rain stops, at least sit comfortably in the dry and beat all influenza viruses a trick. "
Thiel did not feel able to give a coherent sentence on his own. His thoughts were totally busy to process the feeling of Boernes hand on his. He nodded confused and stammered a thank you.
"See you tomorrow," said Boerne smile and let him go.
The conversation with the girl lasted just under three quarters of an hour and it was hard for Thiel, to concentrate. He was not more in the here and now. Morning. He thought only of morning.
( Continued in Part Three )
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