The Cure is Murder – Chapter 18

Police boss lady to constable Axel Schmidt:

Find out if anyone at his table knew he was allergic to oysters.
Yes.
What do you mean, yes?
They all knew.
How come?
The Australian woman said she loved them, and he said he was allergic.
The Australian woman? Did she wear lipstick?
I don´t think so.

A burnt-out cop

“What are you doing here?” Trude said as the young policeman queued for breakfast.
The young man shrugged. “I´m not well, they said. Headaches, stomach aches. They reckon I´m better off as a patient. Burn out, they said.”
Or is he undercover, Trude thought. Hmm. I´ll take the plunge. Nothing to lose then.
“What do you know about Oskar?”
“Huh?”
“The corpse.”
“Oh, him. I´ve got a paper somewhere. From before,” he added.
Hmm. So, he is undercover. Spying on us? Works both ways.
“Can I see? Maybe I can help you.”
“Help me?”
“Cheer you up. You don´t look too happy.”
“It´s not easy,” he said. 

No, it wasn´t easy. When the headaches started, he didn´t know why. The excitement of the new job? Worrying whether he could do it. They told him to keep a file. Crikey, keep a fie on a corpse. He´d started taking notes. Putting together the bits and pieces he´s heard, stuff he´d found in the files, things people had told him. People like the man in the hangar with all the war stuff. And the woman. She was also here. Ellie. And of course, his boss lady.

He already had a nice little list. Maybe if he shared it with this lady – she was a friend of the returned foreigner – maybe then he could find out more. Or at least, find some peace.

“I´ve got something in my room I can share with you. But shhhh.”