He: Good morning, Mr. Pfitzer, please excuse the disorder early.
Me: When it comes to the notice. Which is not yet final and we have not yet 01 July.
He: It's not about the cancellation.
Me: Oh, good. I mean, there's something new in the Maypole story?
He: Yes and no. May I come in?
Me: This is rather bad, we like to talk in the hallway.
He: Then you should pick up somewhat.
Me: Do you really?
He: Yes.
Me: Just a moment ... so, that's much better.
He: How do you think. We have "Olga" found Mr. Pfitzer.
Me: Really? That's great. And it has already been arrested?
He: Yes. Same morning.
I: Finally, it is that polluters in the neck. If you already pack BP can not or will not be you grab at least the tree poachers.
He: We have not been arrested because of the tree.
I: No?
He: Yes. I regret to tell you how. Her great-uncle died the night before last.
Me: Oh, my God.
He: We have reason to believe that his partner has inflicted an alcohol poisoning. The blood alcohol concentration, we expect the external influence.
Me: That's terrible. Although very possible.
He: It is at Domenica Preschinski alias Olga Brekovic So actually the same woman, to which you have maintained an affair?
Me: So there `s not maintenance. That would be even nicer.
He: How did you have in the Maypole case on record, you were so aware that you are illegally with forged documents and residing in Germany?
Me: No, Commissioner. That was just a vague assumption.
He: How did you come to believe?
Me: Well, there are various sexual practices, because you realize that if anyone has learned to speak from the bottom up. And when Olga was the case. Since it was clear: Something like that you only learn at the tender age of eleven at night on school grounds or German but a few miles from the Czech border by German high school teachers.
He: A good combination.
Me: Call me Sherlock.
He: Your parents are already informed. About the autopsy and everything else you then informs the judicial police. I think the investigation into Maypole can thus be completed.
Me: Too bad to die until Uncle Helmut had. My instinct investigators never deceive me, you know? Tell me, is a police officer may still find a place free?
He: We always need good people.
Me: I think so.
He: What because this smells so funny?
Me: Oh, nothing. I have to then again. Thank you for protecting them from Germany this Olga. Although it was too late for Uncle Helmut.
He: Are these drugs?
I: Drugs? Where? No, no, I have only just cooked Indian, the smell always so strange.
He: I could swear that the marijuana smell.
Me: As you see, how easily one's senses playing a trick when you're only surrounded by murder and manslaughter.
He: You lie to me, do you?
I: Never, Commissioner.
He looked at me briefly and then disappeared at last. At the same shock I had to smoke another one. Maybe I should tell the officer that Uncle Helmut probably only during and after the Germany game and water-bottle had confused grain. But what `s. Olga remains at least to me from the body and after the action with her brothers, she deserves nothing better.
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