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please,” said Bodenstein with a smile and a nod. “I haven’t had time for any today.”
“You’re certainly on the job early.” Dr. Lauterbach set a cup under the automatic espresso machine sitting on a sideboard next to all sorts of medical literature and pressed a button. The coffee grinder started up, and the appetizing aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the room.
“So are you,” Bodenstein replied. “And on a Saturday too.”
Late the night before he had left a message on the office answering machine, and she had called back at eight thirty this morning.
“I make house calls on Saturday mornings.” She handed him a cup of coffee, and he declined milk and sugar. “And then I usually try to catch up on paperwork. It just keeps piling up these days. I’d rather spend the time with my patients.”
She motioned him toward her desk, and Bodenstein sat down in one of the visitors’ chairs. The window behind her desk offered a wonderful view across the grounds of the nearby spa to the ruins of Königstein Castle on the hilltop.
“So, how can I help you?” Dr. Lauterbach asked after taking a sip of her coffee.
“In Mrs. Cramer’s apartment we found not a single reference to any relatives,” Bodenstein replied. “But there must be someone we should inform about the accident.”
“Rita still has a good relationship with her ex-husband,” said the doctor. “I’m sure that he would like to know.” Again she shook her head in concern. “Who could have done this?” She fixed her brown eyes on Bodenstein, giving him a pensive look.
“That’s what we want to know too. Does she have any enemies?”
“Rita? Good God, no! She’s such a sweet person and she’s had to put up with a lot in her life. But she has never been bitter.”
“Put up with what? What are you referring to?” Bodenstein studied the doctor attentively. Daniela Lauterbach, with her calm, steady demeanor, seemed extremely personable. His own family doctor processed his patients as if on a conveyor belt. Every time Bodenstein had to pay him a visit, the pace of the examination was so frenetic that it made him nervous.
“Her son had to go to jail,” said Dr. Lauterbach with a sigh. “That was very hard for Rita. It’s probably the reason her marriage broke up.”
Bodenstein, who had been about to take a sip of coffee, stopped short.
“Mrs. Cramer’s son is in jail? What for?”
“He was in jail, but he was released two days ago. Ten years ago he murdered two girls.”
Bodenstein searched his memory, but he couldn’t recall any juvenile double murderer named Cramer.
“After her divorce Rita took her maiden name again, so that she wouldn’t be instantly associated with that horrible case,” Dr. Lauterbach explained, as if reading Bodenstein’s mind. “Her married name was Sartorius.”
* * *
Pia could hardly believe her eyes. She scanned the document written in sober officialese and printed on gray recycled paper. Her heart had leaped when she discovered the long-awaited letter from the zoning commission for the city of Frankfurt in her mailbox. But what she now read was totally unexpected. Since she and Christoph had decided to live together at Birkenhof, they’d been planning to remodel the house, which was a bit too small for two people, not to mention having room for guests. An architect friend had drawn up plans for the remodeling and a preliminary inquiry for construction. Pia had been waiting impatiently for a reply, because she really wanted to get started on the project. She read through the letter a second and third time, then put it aside, got up from the kitchen table, and went to take a quick shower. Afterward she wrapped a towel around her and sullenly looked at herself in the mirror. It was three thirty by the time she left the party, yet Pia had gotten up at seven to let the dogs out and feed the other animals. Then she had enjoyed a brief break in the rain to exercise the two
“You’re certainly on the job early.” Dr. Lauterbach set a cup under the automatic espresso machine sitting on a sideboard next to all sorts of medical literature and pressed a button. The coffee grinder started up, and the appetizing aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the room.
“So are you,” Bodenstein replied. “And on a Saturday too.”
Late the night before he had left a message on the office answering machine, and she had called back at eight thirty this morning.
“I make house calls on Saturday mornings.” She handed him a cup of coffee, and he declined milk and sugar. “And then I usually try to catch up on paperwork. It just keeps piling up these days. I’d rather spend the time with my patients.”
She motioned him toward her desk, and Bodenstein sat down in one of the visitors’ chairs. The window behind her desk offered a wonderful view across the grounds of the nearby spa to the ruins of Königstein Castle on the hilltop.
“So, how can I help you?” Dr. Lauterbach asked after taking a sip of her coffee.
“In Mrs. Cramer’s apartment we found not a single reference to any relatives,” Bodenstein replied. “But there must be someone we should inform about the accident.”
“Rita still has a good relationship with her ex-husband,” said the doctor. “I’m sure that he would like to know.” Again she shook her head in concern. “Who could have done this?” She fixed her brown eyes on Bodenstein, giving him a pensive look.
“That’s what we want to know too. Does she have any enemies?”
“Rita? Good God, no! She’s such a sweet person and she’s had to put up with a lot in her life. But she has never been bitter.”
“Put up with what? What are you referring to?” Bodenstein studied the doctor attentively. Daniela Lauterbach, with her calm, steady demeanor, seemed extremely personable. His own family doctor processed his patients as if on a conveyor belt. Every time Bodenstein had to pay him a visit, the pace of the examination was so frenetic that it made him nervous.
“Her son had to go to jail,” said Dr. Lauterbach with a sigh. “That was very hard for Rita. It’s probably the reason her marriage broke up.”
Bodenstein, who had been about to take a sip of coffee, stopped short.
“Mrs. Cramer’s son is in jail? What for?”
“He was in jail, but he was released two days ago. Ten years ago he murdered two girls.”
Bodenstein searched his memory, but he couldn’t recall any juvenile double murderer named Cramer.
“After her divorce Rita took her maiden name again, so that she wouldn’t be instantly associated with that horrible case,” Dr. Lauterbach explained, as if reading Bodenstein’s mind. “Her married name was Sartorius.”
* * *
Pia could hardly believe her eyes. She scanned the document written in sober officialese and printed on gray recycled paper. Her heart had leaped when she discovered the long-awaited letter from the zoning commission for the city of Frankfurt in her mailbox. But what she now read was totally unexpected. Since she and Christoph had decided to live together at Birkenhof, they’d been planning to remodel the house, which was a bit too small for two people, not to mention having room for guests. An architect friend had drawn up plans for the remodeling and a preliminary inquiry for construction. Pia had been waiting impatiently for a reply, because she really wanted to get started on the project. She read through the letter a second and third time, then put it aside, got up from the kitchen table, and went to take a quick shower. Afterward she wrapped a towel around her and sullenly looked at herself in the mirror. It was three thirty by the time she left the party, yet Pia had gotten up at seven to let the dogs out and feed the other animals. Then she had enjoyed a brief break in the rain to exercise the two
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