From the Files of Art Inc.: The Heidelberg Affair, Epilogue II (23.05.25) FFF/FFFF

[Caesar73]

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This Tale takes Place after the “Hunt for the lost Scrolls”, the upcoming Saga “The Sands of Time” – and before the ongoing Story “Tying the Knot” – Chris and Sophie are the central Characters of “The Heidelberg Affair.” For Chris Heidelberg is a special Place. After much of her Youth in Japan, she returned to Heidelberg, where she passed her A-Levels, before beginning her Studies at the Vienna Conservatory where she would meet a young Violinist; Grand Duchesse Anna Alexandrovna Romanova.

The Files of Art. Inc.:


The Heidelberg Affair - Troubles of the Past


Chapter 1:


“Hit and Run”




Heidelberg, early March, midmorning

Chris´ black Gianvito Rossi 105 High Heels relentlessly hammered the Bergheimer Straße´s Trottoir in a fast and steady Rhythm. She was curious. She was irritated. Robert´s Call the Day before yesterday had caught her entirely by Surprise. Totally and utterly.

And Christine von der Marwitz? She hated surprises. She hated them on Principle – even if she knew in the heat of battle nothing was sure. Chris tended to leap without looking – Robert … Chris thought …Robert …

Robert and her? They had not talked for quite a While. A year ago, in fact. If she was not entirely mistaken Robert von Hardenberg had been nervous, even anxious. The Robert she knew, the successful Expert in Penal Law, would have been neither.

His Face Time Call had come out of the Blue. Chris rehearsed with Anna Debussy´s Violin Sonata when Robert called. For a second, she hesitated to take the call – in the end, her gut feeling made her take it.

“Hello, Robert” There was a long moment of strained Silence. To say Chris´s Welcome had been frosty would have been an understatement. Compared to her Greeting, the North Pole was blazing hot. Finally: “Hello Christine.”

Their Conversation had been awkward.

Robert had steadfastly refused to talk to her over the Phone, why he wanted to see her on such short notice? He just had vehemently insisted on seeing the Pianist as soon as possible – and he had firmly demanded that Chris should bring Sophie with her.

So, the Blonde had concluded Sophie´s legal expertise would be needed. Robert had also insisted on meeting her alone first. He refused steadfastly to tell her why. If she thought about it? He had looked stressed - stressed and nervous.

Robert von Hardenberg, a Friend of Old …she sighed. They had met again during the first Stages of the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection. The Lawyer had helped Kate, Anna, and Chris to make an appointment with a Key Witness.

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And somehow the Flame had been rekindled.

But in the end, it did not work out. Chris shook her Head. Robert had always trouble accepting both Sides of Chris: The World Class Pianist and the Warrior Princess, who handled the Katanas with the same Perfection, Passion, and Skill she played Chopin, Beethoven, Schumann, or Rachmaninov.

That being both, the Artist and the Warrior were no Antithesis at all, but the two Sides of the same Medal. Robert had never understood. Chris had taken him to Japan even, to the small Hamlet where her Sensei Nakamura had lived and bequeathed his House to her.

Few People knew she owned that House, and even fewer knew Chris spent two or three Weeks there every Year – to recharge her Batteries. The Locals were used to the tall Blonde. They saw her not as Gaijin but as one of their own. The Elders even remembered the Time when she had retreated from the World and lived there for two Years.

Robert had been surprised as they bowed before her, and Chris returned the Gesture. When they arrived at the small Hamlet she had stepped over the Threshold of the House and changed immediately into a traditional Garb: A Kimono.

Robert had been fascinated “You walk and talk like a Japanese from one Moment to the next” he had told her impressed. In jest? Chris did not know. She never knew “That´s me” Chris had smiled, “I am half Japanese and half Prussian.”

Was she thinking of Japan, of this Place? It brought memories back. Always. She could not help it. Never.

She thought back:

For two years, after the tragic Death of her Parents, she had buried herself in the Mountains near Sapporo. Relentlessly trained and meditated for two years before her Sensei had declared she was ready to face the World again.

Chris had been brutally honest with Robert, told him about this time, anything, absolutely anything. Even after all this time it had not come easy to her to lay her soul bare.

It never did.

A Time which had challenged her resilience to the most – but shaped her otherwise too for Life. Robert was Member of a quite an exclusive Circle of People now. Chris rarely talked about this Time. Anna knew, Sophie knew, Ragna too …

Chris had hoped that taking Robert to her Sanctuary in the Mountains of Sapporo would help him to understand the Woman better she had become. She had felt that Robert loved the Christine of Old:

An Image, the Image of a young Woman who did not exist anymore. Ceased to exist since her Parents died. She had wanted him to understand that Woman had died the Moment she learned of the Death of her Parents.

To accept that herself, that the old Chris had been killed in that Moment. It had been a painful Process for her to heal fully.

Hence the two Years ….

Robert and Chris had spent some wonderful Days in the Mountains near Sapporo but could not bridge the Gap. “No”, Chris corrected herself “Robert had not”. The blonde was certain, she had done everything she could.

The Sex had been fabulous – she had to admit. If Robert loved her? Had he really loved her? Chris did not know – to this day. It was a Question that haunted her in certain Moments …. She pushed them aside. Resolutely. Always. Ever. Her Heart told her: He had.

He had said so. Several Times.

They had seen each other a final Time one year ago after the Hunt for the Lost Scrolls´ first Stage when Chris and her Team had thought the Hunt over. That is what not? They could not have known.

Robert and Chris had met here in Heidelberg. After Dinner at the small exclusive Japanese Restaurant at the Untere Straße, they made a Stroll. Chris´ blue suede Jimmy Choo Heels clicked loudly on the Cobble Stone. She hated walking on High Heels over Cobbled Stone.

They had walked at the Old Bridge and looked up at the majestic Castle´s Ruin, looming above the City. Mark Twain had written wonderfully about that beloved Ruin. Chris had loved those Remarks of Twain always – and she loved the Castle!

She had to smile: She remembered a romantic encounter in the Castle´s Gardens after she had passed her A-Levels … The Comiliton – he had studied Law – had been a bit too grabby for Chris´ Taste - She had taught him a lesson. And he had no Idea how lucky he had been …. Chris knew at least 10 Ways to kill him …

Mark Twain … Chris sighed...

Yes, Mark Twain had captured the Spirit of Heidelberg so perfectly …. She could recite his description from Memory …

“A ruin must be rightly situated, to be effective. This one could not have been better placed. It stands upon a commanding elevation, it is buried in green woods, there is no level ground about it, but, on the contrary, there are wooded terraces upon terraces, and one looks down through shining leaves into profound chasms and abyss' where twilight reigns and the sun cannot intrude.

Nature knows how to garnish a ruin to get the best effect. One of these old towers is split down the middle, and one half has tumbled aside. It tumbled in such a way as to establish itself in a picturesque attitude. Then all it lacked was a fitting drapery, and Nature has furnished that; she has robed the rugged mass in flowers and verdure and made it a charm to the eye. The standing half exposes its arched and cavernous rooms to you, like open, toothless mouths; there, too, the vines and flowers have done their work of grace.

The rear portion of the tower has not been neglected, either, but is clothed with a clinging garment of polished ivy which hides the wounds and stains of time. Even the top is not left bare but is crowned with a flourishing group of trees and shrubs. Misfortune has done for this old Yea, tower what it has done for the human character sometimes—improved it.”

Yes! The Author of Tom Sawyer had done a marvellous Job. Chris´ Mind wandered back. To that fateful Moment after they had left the Restaurant:

It had been a Full Moon. A clear night. The silvery cold Moonlight had touched Chris, it let her golden Hair shimmer… coolly …

For the last Minutes they had walked in Silence, Chris sensed Robert wanted to tell her something. They stood very close to each other on the Bridge, but the Lawyer avoided touching her. It could have been a Trench as deep as the North Atlantic.

The whole evening had been off from the Start: As usual, Robert regaled her with Stories of his Law Practice. He was a brilliant Storyteller, as warm and witty as ever, but something was off. Chris had sensed undercurrents. And now they stood here on the Old Bridge.

Minutes passed, slowly like Sand through an Hourglass. Finally, Robert had looked long at her. He stroked her gently above her Forehead “Chris” he said softly “I cannot do this” Chris just looked back at him, saying nothing. Her Face was a stony Mask – only the slight quivering of her underlip betrayed her Emotion.

“Not doing what?” she demanded finally, entirely calm on the outside, a calmness she did not feel. She waited. She felt where this would be going. No, she would not make this easy for him. No. Not now. Never. Robert would have to go the extra mile and some more.

Chris watched him, as he struggled for the right Words “A Lawyer lost for Words” she chuckled mirthlessly “Robert? You disappoint me!” Chris knew she had hurt him. But she had done it, nevertheless. Done it on purpose. He would hurt her, Chris knew he would, instinctively. He should feel hurt too. Damnit!

“We have no Future” he finally said calmly, “So you simply quit. You decide that. Do I not have a say in this?” the Blonde stated calmly “I have been honest with you Robert as honest as I can be, about what I am” And for a short Moment she saw something in his brown Eyes, knew that he knew what and who she was.

“No, Chris” He corrected himself “Christine” “My decision stands. I do not want to harm you.” She had stared at him. Long and hard. But Robert had not broken Eye Contact “But yet you do hurt me!” she had hurled at him, her emerald, green Eyes blazing with Fire.

Chris knew she had been cruel as she said, “I gave myself to you! Robert! You cannot handle the Fact a Woman bests a Man in every Aspect; you pity me!” Chris stared at him; she would not shed a Tear. Not yet at least “Robert von Hardenberg!” The Blonde had spoken low, softly even. But cold and hard as Ice “Rot. Rot in Hell! You sorry Excuse of a Gentleman! You hear me!”

One had to give the Pianist Credit though: She had not screamed. She had not raged. She had spoken in that cold, cool, controlled Manner which was much scarier – if one knew Chris von der Marwitz closely. Robert von Hardenberg knew Chris von der Marwitz. In the biblical Sense. And closely.

She had turned sharply on her Heels, hammering on the Cobblestone - and left. She had almost run through the Night. To her Hotel. The Europäischer Hof, it was roughly 15 Minutes. Had anybody crossed her Way and challenged her? Yes? He or she would have regretted that day.

Chris would have welcomed someone to vent steam …. But Fate was not kind on that Night – to Chris. For any low-level Criminal, it was a blessing they did not cross Chris´ Path on that Night ….

At the Hotel, Chris had stormed past the Night Manager and entered the Elevator. The Moment she had entered the Suite, she had kicked her Jimmy Choo Heels off her Feet, thrown herself on her Bed, and cried.

Sobbed she had. Hammered her Fists on the Pillow … Robert, Robert von Hardenberg, that bloody Bastard …. Polite he was! Always! Perfectly educated! And he had left her …. “Robert!” In this Moment, she vowed to herself, "I will never forgive you, Never!”

That had been the last Time they had seen each other – Robert had called her several Times. But Chris had refused to take the Call. Every Call. Any Call. Till the day before yesterday. So much had happened since March last Year.

Robert had been the Past. The Present had demanded all her Focus, Strength, and Resilience- Robert had left her. Right. His Choice “Rot in Hell!” She had told herself always when the Caller ID appeared on the Display. “Rot. Robert. Rot. In. Hell.”

And now she was about to meet him again. Chris had never visited Robert at his Office. Robert von Hardenberg´s Law Firm was small. It was exclusive. And highly successful. Robert had lost very few Trials. Very few. That was an Understatement.

He employed only one Secretary. Chris had met her once: Rahel van Varnhagen, a black-haired Woman in her Twenties. Of medium height, Chris suspected something around 168 Centimetres, athletic, well built. Rahel had adored Robert – maybe loved him. But she had never felt that the Lawyer felt the same way.

Chris had never seen Rahel as a Competition. Chris had liked her.

The Blonde stopped dead in her Tracks. She would have almost missed the Address: Bergheimer Straße Number 86 it was. Robert´s Offices were on the second Floor of the Building erected in the 1880s. She knew the Building´s entry Code, Robert had forwarded it to her “For old Sakes!” he had joked.

Chris had not laughed.

Chris entered the Code into the Keyboard – and mistyped it. Those Fingers who never missed a single Key on the Keyboard of the Grand Piano. They mistyped.

“I am nervous like a School-Girl on her first Date” Chris scolded herself “F*ck him!” The Blonde entered the House. It was cool in the Stairwell. She liked that. Her Heels clicked eerily loud on the Marble Stairs “But that is probably my overactive Imagination” Chris told herself. First Floor. She strode ahead. Her Heels hammered the Stairs.

A Psychologist would have told the Pianist it was not her Nerves, not only …. Chris had some experiences with Therapists … Probably she would have said “F*ck you!” To lay her soul bare. No, Christine Auguste Victoria Wilhelmine von der Marwitz would not do this. Not now! Never! She was Samurai!

Finally, she stood before Robert´s Offices. A bronze Shield only: “Robert von Harenberg, Lawyer” it read. Plain and simple. Chris loved that understatement. It struck a Chord with her.

She hesitated.

The Door was not closed … Gently she pushed it open. The Pianist stepped over the Threshold. She was greeted by Silence … Her neck hair rose … automatically her right Hand went for her Gun … “Why have I left it at the Hotel?” she scolded herself:

Chris had just not thought she would need a gun here, at Heidelberg, meeting Robert. The Reception Area was empty. Carefully she stepped forward. The Door to Robert´s Office was not entirely closed either – then Chris noticed sounds. Muffled sounds. The Sounds of a gagged Person – a very heavily gagged Person.

Carefully she moved closer to the Door and pushed it open gently. What did she see now? It would be forever engrained in her Brains “Robert?” she called as she stepped over the Threshold – and froze:

Robert von Hardenberg was present – or better what was left of him: Robert sat behind his Desk. The left Part of his Face and Skull? It was gone. Two gruesome Wounds in his Chest. “The Classic,” the rational Part of Chris´ Brain told her “One shot to the Head, a double Tap to the Chest.”

Nex to the Corpse on the Floor laid a heavily gagged hogtied Woman. Rahel! Chris thought. She couldn´t be sure though. The unlucky Woman had been stripped to Hose and Underwear, hogtied and panty hooded, her long black Hair tied to her Toes …

The Movement behind her Chris did notice too late. Something hit her brutally and hard at the back of her Skull. She saw stars, then Blackness. That she crumbled to the Floor she did not notice. Like a large ragdoll, she lay on the floor.

Two Women, entirely clad in black stepped into the Office. One tall, one smaller. The taller took a Taser Gun, held it against Chris´ back, and fired Twice. Chris´ unconscious Body was shaken by Spasms. But that was the only Reaction.

“Was this necessary?” the smaller Woman asked her Companion “She was already out.” “No” the taller of the two Attackers grinned “It was not necessary; it was fun though! Let us get this Uber Bitch ready!”

The two Women set to work.





30 Minutes later:


Someone hammered between Chris´ Temples with a Sledgehammer. A large one. The blonde heard Voices. Something told her to play Possum. The Smell of Blood and other bodily Fluids hung heavy in the Air.

Someone was opening Drawers, rummaging through Cupboards “Von Treskow will not be pleased” she heard a female Voice “Shut up!” another Voice hissed “No Names!” The other Voice “Don´t get your Panties in a Twist! They are both totally out of it! You hit Blondie pretty hard on the head!” A Pause “And what shall they do anyway? They are trussed up like Christmas Turkey´s!”

“On that, we can agree!” Chris fumed – but kept still. Even as one of her Assailants tickled her under the high Arches of her left foot.” “See?” she heard one Voice “She is still out!” The Duo was searching the Office still.

After a while, the “second Voice” said, “Let´s leave, we have all that we came for!” She chuckled maliciously “The Lawyer´s Face was priceless! As I shot him!” The Office Door closed, and they were gone. Chris would not forget that Voice – ever. And she vowed to repay her in kind. Fully. With Interest.

Chris fumed and tugged at her Bonds. This was the only Thing she could do for now. As soon as she was sure her Attackers were really gone, she tested her Bonds. The Picture of Robert´s maimed Body she forced back into the most secluded Chamber of her Brain. This Picture would hunt her soon enough – and it would never leave her.

Like so many others.

Chris concentrated on the Task at hand “They have been thorough” she had to admit: Her body was contorted into a stringent bow. Her nyloned Heels rested at the small of her back.

“No Chance to pick the knots” the Blonde concluded. Her toes had been tied to her blonde mane which had been braided. She counted six Ropebands at her legs: Insteps, Ankles, Midcalf, under the Joint, above the Joint, Midthigh, and under the Crotchrope “The Rope is of the coarse Variety” Chris thought. The Boxtie was really more a Reverse Prayer Tie “Those Thugs have stripped me to hose and panties – and mitted my Hands.

Her Eyesight was obscured: “They have me gagged thoroughly, Pantyhooded me, and placed a Stocking Cap on my Head!” The Gag was massive: From the Taste Chris concluded at least two Pair of Panties had been stuffed in her Mouth. As she learned later it was actually three Pairs.

The Pressure on her lower Face was immense. A complete roll of translucent tape had been wound around her Face from Chin to Nose. Over that a broad silken Shawl. Over that a pantyhood. Another Shawl. Then the Stocking Cap – and the same Combo again. The uppermost layer was another Shawl. Stockings and Panties had been used.

And there were the Nipple Clamps – to avoid landing on them she had to stay upright on her Tummy.

She listened. The Pianist heard the muffled Sobs of another Woman “Rahel!” she thought “If she is as securely tied as me -she cannot help!” Chris breathed in deeply through the hose and panty Combo covering her nose “This is absolute overkill!”

She rocked slightly back- and forward “I can do nothing other than wait” Sophie would show up – in two hours at the latest. Hopefully sooner … A Cramp formed in her left Calf, another in her right Sole. These would be two long Hours …. Suddenly the Vibrator lodged in her Pussy sprung to life – it had obviously been remotely controlled.

Only now she registered “Something has been tied to my Soles!” A Vibrator … Her tormented Nipples were throbbing, the Vibrator sending Shockwaves through her Body – and the tickling Sensation at her Soles … every time she moved her Toes, she tore at her Scalp.

Breathing was difficult, as she boarded Orgasm Train ….

[Beaumains]

Seems like we get another epic. Great idea to start with Chris kidnapped in this almost classic position for you and a daring idea to start with Robert dead.

But why is everyone's secretary always turning into a helpless damsel needing to be saved? That also seems to be a recurring theme to have female sidekicks show up and be tied up.

Great stuff. I wonder where this will lead and I will try to keep up this time.

[algebrauk]

Amazing how you can have multiple stories going round at the same time - extra kudos for that!

But another great tale in the offing, with strict ties already on show... what will happen when Sophie gets there

[LunaDog]

Just because i'm a bit busy, post Silverstone, to write and post my own stories at the moment, doesn't mean i don't have time to read others, like this. And, i'm bloody glad i did, absolutely magnificent, as usual from you.

[Caesar73]

Just because i'm a bit busy, post Silverstone, to write and post my own stories at the moment, doesn't mean i don't have time to read others, like this. And, i'm bloody glad i did, absolutely magnificent, as usual from you.

Thank you Dear Friend!

Expect Chapter 2 next Wednesday at the latest. It will be more on the sombre Side. I will not tell more though

[Caesar73]

Seems like we get another epic. Great idea to start with Chris kidnapped in this almost classic position for you and a daring idea to start with Robert dead.

But why is everyone's secretary always turning into a helpless damsel needing to be saved? That also seems to be a recurring theme to have female sidekicks show up and be tied up.

Great stuff. I wonder where this will lead and I will try to keep up this time.

Thank you dear Friend! If have to agree: The Secretary in Distress is really some Kind of Classic. Your observation is as - as always - spot on. Somehow we cannot escape certain recurring Themes, Stereotypes and the like

What I can tell? This Story will lead Chris and Friends back to the Past: On several Levels. On one Level this Story shall be an Hommage to Heidelberg itself, I spent 12 wonderful Years there.

I would really appreciate it, if you accompany Chris and Sophie on this Trip back down memory lane.

[Caesar73]

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Dear Friends, this is Chapter 2 - I convert the You-Tube Links for your Convenience. Enjoy!

The Files of Art. Inc.:



The Heidelberg Affair - Troubles of the Past


Chapter 2


Recovery:

90 Minutes later:


Sophie could not tell why, but she was concerned. She had expected that Chris would send a Message to join her and Robert. But there had been none. The Pianist had been tense – even if she did her best to hide it.

Sophie knew her Friend well enough by now though. The Lawyer looked at her Watch, a delicate Piece – made by the German Manufacturer “Glashütte”. The Firm made Chronometers since 1845.

It was unlike Chris to be unpunctual – without a Call or a Message. Chris had told her to meet them after two Hours. Now it was a Quarter to Twelve.

The Pianist had sent no Message.

Sophie walked down the Bergheimer Straße in long Strides. Her Louboutin Platform Heels clicked on the Pavement. The Lawyer had chosen a beige Power Suit, cut wide enough to carry a SIG Sauer 320.

Chris had left her Gun in the Safe Box at the Hotel “Europäischer Hof.” They had discussed that. But Chris had insisted “What should happen? I am just meeting Robert at his Offices!” Sophie had rested her Case: Chris's unshakable belief in the greater Good. It was sometimes irritating.

The tall dark-haired Woman, who looked very much like the young Sophia Loren, arrived at Number 85. She pressed the Bell Button. Nothing happened. Sophie pressed the Button a second Time. Nothing.

Before she typed the Code into the Keypad, she pulled her Gun …

Her Heels clicked eerily loud on the Marble Stairs. She forced herself not to hurry but to walk with calm measured Steps. The Lawyer reached the second Floor and stood before the heavy wooden Door.

The simple but elegant Tablet read “Robert von Hardenberg. Lawyer” – she pressed the Bell Button. And listened. Nothing. Sophie pressed it again. Nothing. From her Louis Vuitton Shoulder Bag, she produced her Lock-Pick-Set. She had taken lessons from a Master of his Craft as Part of becoming an Operative of Art Inc.

She had to smile. Former District Attorney Doctor Sophie Reichenbach a Lockpicker? Strange? Maybe. But a lot of strange things happened since she met Chris and her friends and accepted Chris´ offer to become the firm Lawyer for Art Inc.

The two Minutes she needed to pick the Lock felt like an Eternity. Finally, a soft Click and the Door swung open. Sophie pulled her Gun, and stepped over the Threshold … the Reception Area was empty “Chris?” she called “Robert?” Nothing. She listened. But the massive Door to Robert von Harenberg´s Office was obviously soundproof.

Not surprising. Confidentiality was a high Good.

The Lawyer gripped the polished Door Handle, pressed it down – and charged into the Office. Checked the Room quickly. Sophie whirled around. Nothing. She stepped back into the Reception Area and closed the Door before she turned and walked back into Robert von Hardenberg´s Office.

The Lawyer was present. His Corpse was. He was barely recognizable. Only half of his Face was left. Two shots to the Chest. One to the Head. As District Attorney she had dealt her Share of Autopsies. On the Floor two tightly tied and gagged Women lay. One had to be Chris, the other one Robert von Hardenberg´s Assistant: Rahel van Varnhagen.

While the latter struggled and fought her Bonds, Chris lay still “She knows she cannot escape her Bonds” the Lawyer mused. Sophie decided: The Lawyer in her told her to call the Police at once, and the Friend told her to free the Women from her Bonds:

She had discovered Chris´ Clothes and her Bag in one Corner. Quickly she checked the Pianist´s Bag. As far as she could, see? Nothing missed: Even her Phone was there and her Purse.

Sophie laid her Gun aside and produced the Tanto Chris had her presented with. The incredibly sharp blade had been made by the same Master who had forged Chris´ Katana´s – it would come in handy now.

The blonde Pianist had obviously registered her Presence. She could not move her head since her shiny blonde Hair was tied to her bound Toes, but her body language told Sophie as much. Sophie cut the Rope which connected Chris Hair to her Toes, then the Hogtie Rope.

Her long legs flopped down like dead Wood. She groaned in relief. Sophie took Chris's face in her Hands and looked her in the Eyes – obscured by Panties and Stockings.

The Pianist groaned softly “Wait Chris!” the Lawyer told the Blonde “I will free Rahel from her Hogtie, then get back to you!” The Pianist mumbled something that could count as Confirmation …. Carefully she rolled on her left side to avoid having to rest on her tormented Nipples. She had landed a few Times on her Nipples when Orgasms had hit her.

Lying on her side was not exactly comfortable too but better than the Alternatives …- the Pain in her Nipples had receded to a dull throbbing long ago. As the blood flooded back into her legs she screamed into her Gag.

Her Head still hurt – the Bitch had struck hard, very hard – her thick blond hair had softened the Force of the Blow a bit. Her Muscles hurt like after heavy Exercise ... Chris suspected her Assailants had tasered her … The blonde could hear Sophie speak softly and gently to Rahel “I have been shocked by the Sight – for her it must have been way worse ….”

Chris willed herself to Patience – as hard as it was.


30 Minutes later:


The Lawyer watched:

Chris stepped into her High Heels. As she stepped into the right one, she suppressed a Curse. The Marks of the Gag were unmistakable. The Blonde had used the Bathroom to restore her Makeup – and freshen up. “She looks remarkably composed,” Sophie thought, but that was just Chris.

She knew few People who could mask her Emotions so well. Rahel van Varnhagen was a different Matter. Robert von Hardenberg´s PA was obviously in Shock – and who could hold that against her? Probably she had to watch the Murder of her Boss.

“Call the Police now Sophie,” Chris said calmly “And an Ambulance” She looked at Rahel who had dressed but was shivering and quivering. The dark-haired Woman was almost catatonic. The Lawyer nodded, took her Smartphone, and dialed.

The Call was answered. Sophie quickly and professionally reported the facts, and Chris had to smile. This was Doctor Sophie Reichenbach, former District Attorney at her finest. Precise, clear, and with authority. Sophie ended the call “They will be here in 15 Minutes” She looked at Chris “Tell me what happened, the Police will question you ….”

The Pianist nodded “Right ….” Chris composed herself and reported – only now and then interrupted by Sophie.


Later:


The Police did question Chris. And neither Chris nor the lead Investigator did like each other. However, Chris did better hide her Dislike behind a stoic Mask.

Kriminalhauptkommissarin Natalie Jungklausen did not like the tall blonde Woman in her fashionable black Powersuit, her stylish Heels, who pressed a cooling Pad at the back of her Head but looked remarkably untroubled after her Ordeal. She leaned against the Wall – her emerald, green eyes fixed on her. The Green was of an Intensity the Investigator had never seen before.

Natalie could not read her. Her marble-like Features betrayed nothing. She looked neither troubled nor concerned nor shaken. But that did not mean anything. People reacted to Trauma differently.

Christine von der Marwitz was her Name. A renowned Pianist and a Private Investigator. Her Team had Natalie provided with the basic Facts of her Biography. And there was her Companion “Doctor Sophie Reichenbach” She had introduced herself “I am Frau von der Marwitz Lawyer” Her keen cat-like green Eyes had scanned her – at least Natalie felt that way. And she hated that feeling.

Natalie turned to the Pianist:

“You had an appointment scheduled with Robert von Hardenberg at 1000 Clock. Is that correct?”

The Blonde nodded “Yes, it is” Her face betrayed no Emotion. She just stared back.

“Why did you want to meet the Victim?” Natalie questioned the Blonde, never leaving her out of her sight.

“Robert asked me to meet him.” Chris returned calmly.

“And you don´t know why?” The Investigator fired. Jungklausen found the Pianist´s calm controlled demeanour irritating.

“Actually, I don´t,” Chris shrugged. Entirely calm and controlled. The Investigator noticed that the Pianist, winced slightly as she shifted from one foot to the other. But her serene Face betrayed nothing else.

“Let me get this straight” Natalie pressed on “Robert von Hardenberg contacts you out of the blue, you travel to Heidelberg without delay – and you have no Idea why?”

“Your summary is correct” The Pianist replied in the same calm and controlled Manner – and waited for the next Question “She enjoys this!” Natalie fumed inwardly.

The Investigator had the feeling to hit a Brickwall.

She changed Tack.

“Where do you know Robert von Hardenberg from?” Sophie was about to intercede, but Chris shook her head ever so slightly, “Robert and I go way back” she explained calmly. When I prepared for my A-Levels at the Kurfürst-Friedrich-Gymnasium Robert already studied Law but was a member of its Alumni Circle. He invited me to Activities of his Corps.” The Blonde shrugged.

Notice to the Reader:

“Corps” is a Kind of Student Fraternity originating in the late 18th Century. The German Student Fraternities as a Rule have not much in Common with American Fraternities. One defining Element of the Corps is a special Kind of Fencing. Look for more here:

German Student Corps - Wikipedia

Or this Movie:

The Student Prince in Old Heidelberg - Wikipedia

I recommend the Movie from 1928. A Hollywood Production directed by Lubitsch. In his Time it was a Blockbuster.

“So, you were one of those Fraternity-Groupies” The Investigator provoked Chris. Her Disdain was obvious.

Chris stayed calm “Actually not. Preparing for the A-Levels and the Entry-Exams at the Vienna Conservatory left me little Time – and I found the rather Conservative View on Women of Robert´s Corps Brethren not very appealing – one got grabby. Only once.” The Blonde smiled “The last Time I remember him? He laid on the floor and whined.”

The Detective was speechless for a Spell.

“That surprises you right?” The Blonde smiled “But we have all our little Prejudices, don´t we?” she added mildly. Natalie just stared back “Got you!” Chris thought.

“I am so tired,” The Blonde thought, but she would not give in – not in front of that Detective, Natalie Jungklausen was her Name. She heard a familiar Voice in her Head “Discipline Christine Sama, Discipline!” “Yes Sensei, I will!”

She held Natalie´s Gaze “When I started to study in Vienna – we lost Contact. The occasional Birthday- or Christmas Message … that´s all”

Chris looked the Investigator right in the Eye. Unblinkingly. Sophie watched from the Sidelines. Ready to step in any Moment. At that Moment the Pianist held her Ground. For now. The Lawyer sensed how tired Chris was – she could read the small signs by now.

“When did you meet the Victim again?” Jungklausen posed the next Question “When a Case led us to Heidelberg and Robert established Contact with a Key Witness.” Now the Investigator was intrigued “Which Case?”

“I am not at liberty to say without the written Consent of our Client.” A small smile curled the Pianist's lips “The Lawyers of the Weinstein Foundation will be eager to help.” The green Eyes fixated on her again:

Natalie again had run against a Wall.

She couldn´t help herself: The Pianist seemed to enjoy this “Now I will get under that thick Skin of yours!” the Investigator fumed inwardly “You had an Affair with Robert von Harenberg?” For the very first time, she got at least a visible Reaction, a slight quiver of Chris von der Marwitz Underlip.

The Blonde shook her head slowly.

“No, not an Affair” she demurred calmly still, but her melodious Alto Voice quivered ever so slightly “We tried to build something up – it didn´t work though, so we split up one Year ago.”

Jungklausen was on the Verge of posing another Question as Sophie cut in sharply “I don´t see the Relevance of this Line of Questioning to the Case at Hand. Frau von der Marwitz has been very forthcoming. The End of her Relationship with the Diseased is in no way relevant. They had no Contact since March.”

“Then why did Robert von Hardenberg contact Frau von der Marwitz? I don´t believe your Client!” Jungklausen fired “Then do your Job and find out – your Job is investigating!” Sophie suggested smiling “And I remind you to watch your line of Questioning. Frau von der Marwitz has been the Victim of a brutal Assault. So, ask your Questions, but stop harassing her!” The Lawyer and the Investigator locked Eyes. Jungklausen broke Eye Contact first.

She turned to the Pianist “So tell us, what happened today?” – she made some effort to be polite. Chris described the Chain of Events … finally, it was over: “And you have no Idea why somebody would kill Robert von Hardenberg in such a Manner?” Chris shook her head “No I have not” but Jungklausen had the distinct Feeling the Artist did not tell her all.

Before she could ask another Question, Sophie interceded “My Client has answered your Questions fully and extensively – that is enough.” Her tone broke no Argument and Chris got an Impression of how formidable Sophie had to be in a Court of Law.

“Come, Chris!” the Lawyer stood “Frau von der Marwitz will sign her written Statement tomorrow” She fixated Natalie with her cat-like eyes “You will talk to Frau von der Marwitz in my presence only.” On their Way out the Lawyer turned “If I get the Impression, you harass my Client for personal Reasons, I will take the necessary Steps Frau Jungklausen. Watch your Step!”

Doctor Reichenbach smiled “Consider this professional Courtesy” She stressed “Professional” only slightly.

The Pianist and the Lawyer left. The Investigator stared after them, fuming “Arrogant Bitches!” she spat. The Detective turned to her Assistant Oberkommissar Max Beyer “Find all you can about von der Marwitz, and this blasted Lawyer!”


Bergheimer Straße, on the Street, a few Minutes later:


Chris had said nothing as they walked down the Stairs and stepped in the warm Sunshine. For March it was already pretty warm. She felt exhausted: physically and emotionally. To answer the Investigator's Questions calmly and controlled had demanded every ounce of Energy she possessed still. The Blonde did not like her.

Chris knew pretty well what Jungklausen saw in her: The tall, well-endowed Blonde, with the expensive High Heels and the perfectly tailored Suit. She was used to that Reaction but “I do not get the intense dislike without a Reason – it´s personal”

On the Street she stopped and turned to Sophie “Thank you” she said softly “No big deal” The Lawyer smiled warmly “I just did my Job” Chris smiled back, although a bit tired “Now I know why Criminals and Investigators feared you in the Courtroom.”

Sophie´s Grin was infectious “Jungklausen knows too – now!”

In companionable Silence, they walked down the Street. Sophie knew Chris well enough to give her Space. Suddenly the Pianist stood before a Shop “Musikhaus Hochstein” – “It is still there!” She said softly.

The Blonde turned to the Lawyer “I bought many Partitures here before I left for Vienna!” she explained, “Why don´t you go for the Hotel – I will see if I can play the Piano here!” The Lawyer noticed how soft Chris's serene features got – fond Memories …. And a tinge of Sadness

Musikhaus Hochstein (musikhaus-hochstein.de)


Sophie shook her head “I will not leave you out of my Sight, not one second Chris, not after what you have gone through today!” For a second the dark-haired Woman thought Chris would snap something back. But then she smiled, hesitatingly, then warmly “Come with me!” and opened the Door and stepped into the Shop.

In the Background, Sophie spotted several Grand Pianos and Pianos. She walked to the right to have a look at the Scores, which were sorted there in alphabetical Order. The Lawyer looked for Handel.

Sophie had to smile “There is a Score with Handel Arias for Mezzo!” She pulled it out, flipped it open, and started to read …. “Piangerò la sorte mia” – a smile crossed her Lips. She had a memory; she was fond of… Sophie had spoken truth to Power by singing Handel …

The Hunt for the Weinstein Collection, Chapter 59 by Imhotep-Ra on DeviantArt



Alexia Nikau had spotted the two tall Women who had entered the Premises. One, a tall Blonde in a Black Powersuit, with matching Heels, the other Dark-Haired a bit less tall, but over average, in a beige Powersuit with matching Heels. Dark-Haired. Olive Skin.

The tall Blonde approached her. Her emerald, green Eyes looked at her, never had Alexia seen such a bright and deep Green. Alexia noted the strange Marks on the Woman´s face – the Makeup covered them well, but they were there.

“I want to play a Grand Piano of Yours” her Alto-Voice was melodious “She sounds tired,” the Accountant thought. Something looked familiar about her. Alexia knew her, she was sure “You mean you want to test a Piano, or buy one?” The blonde smiled tiredly “No, I want to play, I need to play – and if necessary, I will pay for it.” She paused “Please.” The Blonde added softly “I want to play – that is all.”

Alexia looked at one CD-Cover and back at the Blonde “Frau von der Marwitz? You are her? I heard you once playing in Heidelberg! You played the Goldberg Variations!” The Pianist chuckled, amused by the Enthusiasm of the young Woman “Guilty as charged!” Alexia sensed something under the beautiful Surface.

Sadness. Grief?

“So, it is possible to play the Piano?” Chris smiled – forced - “I will need probably an hour?” Alexia blushed “Choose any Grand Piano you want!” In awe, the blonde accountant watched as the Pianist stepped from one Grand Piano to the next, and played a few Notes, a Scale, a full accord.

Finally, she seemed to have found the one she was looking for a Wilhelm Steinberg S-212. Steinberg was a small Piano Factory in Thuringia, which built Pianos in 1877. Chris had their Pianos not played very often.

Mostly when she concerted in the eastern States of the Republic. The Mechanic was easy-going. It reacted to her slightest touch. She warmed up and played Scales, Accords, and Jumps, Octaves with both Hands, in accelerating Tempo.

Her Muscles still ached – but with each Touch, her moves got more smoothly. With playing the Events of the Day receded – there was only the black and white Keys.

Chris did not register that a small Audience was assembling. Sophie could not hide a smile, as she watched the Bystanders, but kept herself in the Background.

The Pianist seemed to have completed her Warm-Up.

Chris closed her Eyes and breathed deeply and regularly. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. She waited. Her fingers would know what to play. A stream of Pictures flooded her mind, she spent no effort to control them.

Let them flow:

“Me, Anna, and Kate meet Robert at the Heidelberg Marketplace, the Evening, the festive Dinner, our first night together ….

Flash:

“Robert and Me in Vienna in the snow-covered Park of Schloss Schönbrunn, throwing Snowballs at each other, I hit Robert fully on the Nose.”

Flash:

“We are in the snowy Mountains of Sapporo, we make love on the coarse rug before the fireplace, while the storm howls outside. I throw Robert on the Back, mount him, ride him …

Flash:

“We stand on the Old Bridge. I accuse him of running away - and there is today: Robert´s left Side of his Face ripped away, by a heavy Caliber Projectile.”

The Present:

My Fingers hit the Keys automatically, improvising a Prelude and then as if by magic my fingers find the Notes of Faure´s Pie Jesu….


Faure Requiem Op.48 / Ⅳ. Pie Jesu【4K / Hi-Res Audio】 (youtube.com)


Sophie could not hide a smile: In the first row of the small Audience stood a brown-haired young Girl with her Mother, probably seven, or eight Years old. The young Girl was mesmerized and followed each of Chris´ Moves with deep Concentration.

Sophie was fascinated “Where does she take the Energy from?” But she knew the answer. Chris channelled her feelings. Let the Music speak, take Control. Sophie understood too well why the Blonde had to play. To play here and now.

The Blonde played with deep empathy, her tone warm and crystal clear as ever. It was a final Tribute.

Beethoven - Sonata for Piano Nº 12 in A flat major, Op 26 - Igor Levit (youtube.com)

Chris took her Hands off the Keyboards. She was inside her Tunnel. Nobody dared to applaud. The Blonde concentrated again. From Faure to Beethoven´s op. 26: “Andante con Variazioni” the first Movement, five Variations.

Chris did not play with much Force. Yet clear and sharp every Note stood in the Room “You do it again Chris!” Sophie smiled and admired Chris for her ability to channel her feelings, and her grief into Music.

What she felt, what the Blonde really felt she put into Music. It said anything, said more she could express with Words. At times Words were shallow, mere fog and dust. Words needed a Translator.

Music did not.

Sophie listened intently as Chris embarked on the Second Movement:

The second Movement: “Scherzo. Allegro Molto” – this Scherzo was a dance. And Sophie felt Chris took the Movement with more Force than she would have normally done. Much more. Hard and clear.

After its final note. Chris paused for a fraction of a second.

The third Movement was the Centrepiece of the Sonata, and the Reason why Chris had chosen it, Sophie was sure: Maestoso andante, Marcia funebre sulla morte d'un eroe – this was the Pianist’s final Tribute to her Friend.

The Lawyer could feel Chris´ Pain in every Note, channelled into sublime Artistry of the highest Level. The last Note the Blonde whispered into the Piano. Yet clear and sharp.

Another short Pause after the last Note, then the final Movement: The Rondo. Allegro. The Lawyer noticed that Chris let go completely. This Movement she took much faster – her flawless Technique made it possible. The last Note.

Chris took the Hands of the Keyboard and turned to the Audience. Sophie noticed a look of Surprise on her face. It was as if she had awoken from a deep sleep. Yet entirely the Professional she stood and bowed. Applause branded up. Chris bowed a second Time – and this Time a little Smile crossed her classical features. A little forced maybe.

“She does not feel like smiling” Sophie knew – and watched:

Chris´ Gaze fell on the young Girl in the first Row – and a mischievous Smile crossed her Face “What is your Name?” “I am Andrea!” the Girl stated in a clear bright Voice “Andrea” the Blonde smiled warmly “What shall I play as Encore?” Andrea frowned “You can play Schubert D 946,1?”

She had not hesitated a second.

“Of course!” Chris smiled and sat down again. She loved these three late Pieces by Schubert – and that Choice told her something about Andrea. She could have chosen one of the Classic Encores – one of the Virtuoso Pieces.

She did not.

(3957) Sokolov - Schubert: Klavierstücke in E-flat minor, D. 946 No. 1 - YouTube


She concentrated and hit the first Key. As she ended Andrea looked in Awe at her “You are really, really good!” she stated firmly. Chris chuckled “People keep saying that!” The Blonde stood. She smiled “You want to play with me, Andrea? What are you practicing? Come up please!” “Frau von der Marwitz that isn´t really necessary!” Andrea´s Mother, a lean brown-haired Woman, interjected. The Pianist smiled “I think it is” She turned to Andrea “Come! What are you practicing?”

Sophie noticed that what Chris was doing right now was exactly what she needed. Chris stooped down on the Girl's level “So?” Earnestly the Girl looked at her “Brahms. The Hungarian Dances!” she said proudly “The Version for Four Hands too?” Chris asked, “Together with my Teacher!” Andrea nodded “Right!” The pianist smiled and padded on the Place next to her “Choose one! I will play the Base, you the Treble. Right?”

Just like a Pro the young Girl announced “Johannes Brahms, Hungarian Dance No. 5” She looked at Chris, and the Blonde nodded. At first, Andrea was a bit insecure, but that vanished quickly. After they had finished Chris whispered, “Now we stand and bow!” They bowed once, twice, a third time.

Hand in Hand they walked down to Andrea´s Mother “You have a very talented Daughter” The Pianist complimented her “Her Teacher says, she has great Talent.” Andrea´s Mother blushed slightly, feeling slightly uncomfortable in Chris´ commanding Presence “But after the Divorce I cannot pay her fees anymore”.

Chris nodded earnestly “I see”. Andrea looked up at her, and she blushed too “I think I can help you. As it happens, I sit in the Curatorium of a Foundation that promotes young Musicians. If I am not mistaken there are some free Scholarships for this Year ….”

Andrea beamed at her “You would do that?”

“Gladly” Chris smiled “You remind me of one young Artist I once knew!” The blonde turned to Andreas's Mother “Leave the Contact-Information of Andrea´s Teacher with me – I will take care of the Rest.”

Frau van Eltz couldn´t believe her luck “You would do that? I don´t know what to say!”

“Then say nothing” Chris smiled. Delighted “Your Daughter will be a great Pianist one day!”

She stooped down at Andrea´s level – and winced slightly – “You are in Pain!” the Girl noticed “It is nothing” Chris demurred “Have you ever been to Hamburg, Andrea?” Andrea shook her head “Right” the Pianist smiled “Then you and your Mother are invited to my next Concert at the Elbphilharmonie – which I will play together with Sophie” She beckoned the Lawyer to come nearer “And my best Friend Anna Romanova! It is the first Time we three play together on Stage!”

“Hello,” the Lawyer smiled “I am Sophie!” Andrea looked at her “You sing right?” “Mezzo-soprano” the dark-haired Woman confirmed “Anna says, she can make Stones weep!” Chris added.

15 Minutes later Sophie and Chris walked the short Distance to their Hotel “The Europäischer Hof” – the Lawyer smiled “You did real good Chris!” The Pianist smiled “I could do something good” she shrugged “And Andrea has many talents!” She sighed “After this horrible Midday this was the right Elixir!”

In earnest she added “And Tomorrow we will find out what is going on!”

Her grim face would have made a Polar Bear shiver.

Sophie though could see behind the Façade ….

There was sadness. There was Grief, But she knew Chris well enough. If she would talk? She would do it on her own terms. Her Terms only.

[Beaumains]

That was quite the continuation. I had expected that Sophie would also be captured, just like at the start of the Weinstein collection, so to see this first mysterious counter resolved was already a surprise.

The police investigation was odd to me. Chris and Sophie really tried to paint themselves as suspects, not cooperating with the police. Sophie also is a witness herself (so having a joint witness statement is peculiar) and carries a gun in a country where this is illegal. This is not their finest hour.

All of your links do not seem to work.

[Caesar73]

That was quite the continuation. I had expected that Sophie would also be captured, just like at the start of the Weinstein collection, so to see this first mysterious counter resolved was already a surprise.

The police investigation was odd to me. Chris and Sophie really tried to paint themselves as suspects, not cooperating with the police. Sophie also is a witness herself (so having a joint witness statement is peculiar) and carries a gun in a country where this is illegal. This is not their finest hour.

All of your links do not seem to work.

Thank you for your insightful Comment my Friend!

As to the Capture of Sophie at this Point .... I had to reasons: First I did want to avoid a simple Repetition Second: There is a reason why Sophie was not captured. But cannot tell more right now One might say: Operational security

The Interview with the Lead Investigator? According to my research such preliminary Questioning has a much more informal Character. The official Questioning which includes the written Statement by the Wittness is much more formal. But yes, I have watched and read too muxh Crime Movies and Novels

The German Lawyers Society, says that carrying a Weapon is possible for a private Person. If the Person in Question mets certain criteria, there there are five. The Hurdles are high indeed. Before Sophie became Lawyer for Art. Inc. she was District Attorney at Nuremberg. As such she had the Right to carry a concealed Weapon.

You are correct: I may have taken some poetic License with the Facts

The Problem with the Links I will correct: The Reason is I published the Chapter first on Deviant Art. There the Links work - here on TUG, I have to change the Format.

[slackywacky]

Publishing on DeviantArt first? How dare you! Know where your loyalties are
Whether links work or not, it was a good read.

[Caesar73]

Publishing on DeviantArt first? How dare you! Know where your loyalties are
Whether links work or not, it was a good read.

Guilty as charged - but it was the Quarter of an hour earlier

[Caesar73]

Chapter 3 will be online at some Point tomorrow. We will learn something more about what is going on ....

[Caesar73]

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The Files of Art. Inc.:


The Heidelberg Affair - Troubles of the Past


Chapter 3:


“Hunting Shadows”


The same Evening


Heidelberg, Neuenheim, Villa of Theda von Treskow around Midnight:

Theda von Treskow walked up the Stairs to the Entrance of her Gründerzeit-Villa, built in 1888, swaying lightly on her black Platform High Heels. The exquisite Champagne had flowed freely, and she was a bit drunk.

The Reception at Schwetzingen Castle had been a good Opportunity to meet some important Clients and Patrons of the Cause. The Cause was to bring back the Glory Days of the 12 most important Years of German History. The Vision the famous Author Thomas Harris evoked in his Novel Fatherland.

At Times von Treskow was fascinated by how well the “Old Boys Network” still worked. In secret, but very effective. Like a gigantic invisible Kraken whose tentacles had reached the most unlikely places. Poisonous and deadly like Sherlock Holmes's “The Lion´s Mane”

The tall Red Head had to smile. Her famous Ancestor Henning von Treskow, one of the most influential Figures in the Conspiracy of Wehrmacht Officers who tried to End Hitler's Reign in Operation Valkyrie, would have strongly disapproved of her Allegiances – no doubt. But the Times changed – and Theda von Treskow was resolved to get her Pound of Flesh. Henning von Treskow and Claus Graf Schenk von Stauffenberg had been Idealists. Idealists but Fools.

Theda von Treskow considered herself neither an idealist nor a Fool. Her Role Model was Albert Speer.

The red-haired lawyer whose curly copper red mane flowed down her back freely, entered the Code into the Keypad and the Door swung open, almost noiselessly. She had attracted the Attention of many Admirers today: The black Natan Couture Sequin Dress she wore left her shoulder blades bare.

Von Treskow had the athletic Build of a Swimmer.

As soon the Lawyer had crossed the Threshold, she kicked her Jimmy Choo High Heels off her feet and tapped on her nyloned Soles through the Entrance Hall “Lisa! Where are you?” she called after her Personal Assistant.

No response.

Even in her not entirely sober state, it did not escape Theda´s Attention that the Door to her spacious private Study stood slightly ajar, and a thin beam of light fell through the gap. That the Door was open was unusual, only Theda herself possessed the Entry Code to open the Door, or so she had thought. The Lawyer was entirely sober now as she moved carefully to the Door. A Moment she stood still and listened intently.

Someone was in her Study! How was that possible? Carefully she opened the Door not to cause any noise: A most strange, or more precisely, alarming sight greeted her. In front of her Safe, stood a Figure entirely clad in black, obviously sifting through the Contents of her Safe. On the floor, clad only in her underwear lay her assistant Lisa, staring up from the Floor at her Boss.

The lower half of her Face was obscured by a wall of white Microfoam, obviously holding a substantial Amount of Packing inside Lisa´s Mouth. Judging by her bulging cheeks, her Mouth had been packed full: as they learned later with three Pairs of Panties.

The blonde Assistant had been subjected to a very tight no-nonsense Hogtie: Wrists and Elbows tightly tied together. Lisa would have been able to grab her heels, if her hands had not been taped into fists, rendering them useless.

Her big Toes had been tightly tied together and tied back her Elbows and her curly blond braided hair. The Intruder had Lisa stripped to her red Panties and Bra. The muscular Blonde looked more annoyed than scared.

Theda von Treskow was no Coward:

“What do you think you are doing here!” she bellowed at the Intruder who turned, slowly – almost deliberately slow – to the Lawyer. Her Head and Face were obscured by black Goggles and black Balaklava.

In her left Hand, she held a Taser/Tranquiliser Gun, which pointed directly at the Lawyer´s Chest. Instead of a Reply, the Woman – and it was clear to Theda that the Intruder was Female – pulled the Trigger and the Lawyer felt a searing pain in her breast before crumbling unconscious to the floor.

When Theda von Treskow came around again, she had the worst hangover she ever had. Opening her Eyes was immensely difficult. Her Vision cleared only slowly. Before she stood her Attacker, gazing down at her … wait! Gazing down?

Theda von Treskow had been stripped down to her Hose, Bra, and Panties. Only at this Moment, she registered clearly that she could not move “I have been tied up and gagged” she realized. Her mouth had been stuffed with something stale “Used hose, my used hose?”

She had been tied in a sitting Hogtie. Her nyloned Toes only barely scratched the Floor. Something pressed uncomfortably tight into her Crotch “A crotch rope?”

“Your collection of Silk Scarves is impressive.” Her attacker chuckled. Theda only now realized that her Captor had used one Scarf as a Headscarf which was tightly knotted under her Chin and forced her Jaws even more together – A second covered her lower Face from the tip of her chin right under her nose.

She glared angrily at her Attacker and growled into her Gag. The Woman was clearly amused “Don´t stress yourself!” she addressed the Lawyer “You wanted to know what I did at your Safe? Let me tell you: I searched for Evidence of your unholy Alliance with the Devils of the Past – and I found enough to ruin you, some People will find this Material very interesting – and when I find the Data Robert von Hardenberg secured … you and your Allies will be ruined!”

She grinned, the Lawyer could tell, that under her Balaclava

“I would gladly continue our conversation, but I am on a tight Timetable here, so you will have to excuse me” The Assailant took her Backpack and was on her way to the Door. She turned on her Heels “I think I have a parting gift for you …

“This itching Powder is the strongest Stuff on the Market!” the black-clad Woman told Theda almost conversationally as she strewed a healthy Dose of the Stuff into the Lawyer´s Panties …. The Sensation was incredible “Have fun!” the Woman grinned and left. Theda von Treskow groaned:

Hopefully, Olga would come early the next morning ….


The next Morning: Hotel Europäischer Hof around 1000 AM:


Mozart - Don Giovanni - Là ci darem la mano - Claudio Abbado (youtube.com)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfti-KQoxXM


Softly singing Mozart´s “La ci darem la mano” Sophie was laying the Table in the spacious Living Room of the Penthouse-Suite of their Hotel, “Der Europäische Hof”. It was a warm and bright Morning, the End of March. The Lawyer had already prepared Chris´ Green Tea and a Darjeeling First Flush for herself: her Year in Cambridge had converted her to a passionate Tea Drinker – to the Chagrin of her Italian Mother.

Though she started every Day still with a real Italian Café- always. The Espresso Doppio this Morning had helped her to get on Track.

Sophie heard Chris singing in her Bathroom:

Nearer, My God, to Thee (youtube.com)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXqdbdT-Zy0

Chris singing this Song? It told Sophie the Blonde was still in a melancholy Mood. The Pianist had slept considerably longer than usual and deviated from her Morning Routine, which she did rarely: Chris had not trained. Nor had she meditated. As Sophie had gotten up for her morning Run? The Blonde had slept still deep – her classical features relaxed and peaceful.

Which was surprising:

After Yesterday´s Exertions, they had called it a day early. Chris one Hour before Sophie herself. She had finished Reading one Chapter of Sir Ronald Syme´s Roman Revolution. The Lawyer had first read the brilliant Study about the late Roman Republic in Cambridge. Sophie loved the Style and the way the Historian had captured the Personalities of the leading Characters like Octavian, like Caesar, like Marc Anton.

She was about to switch off the Light shortly after Midnight when it knocked softly at her Door, on the Threshold hovered Chris, clad in a black negligée “She seems insecure” the Lawyer noticed surprised – and her Eyes had a haunted Look. Untypical for the Blonde. Her tanned skin was pale, and Sophie noticed beads of Sweat on her Brow.

“Can I sleep here today?” she asked softly “She avoids Eye Contact” Now Sophie was not only curious but concerned “Come,” she simply said and patted the Mattress of her King Size Bed.

The Pianist padded nearer. Tentatively.

“Nightmare?” the Lawyer asked gently. Chris nodded “Yes” Sophie switched the light off. The Blonde had snuggled against Sophie´s Body. She didn´t want to show it, but she sobbed. Gently the Lawyer stroked her back, till she felt Chris´ tense back muscles slowly relax, and the sobs subsided.

Finally, her Breathing got deep and regular.

That had been yesterday.

As Chris stepped into the Living Room Sophie looked up: Chris wore her Mane in a loose Bun, a loose-fitting half-sleeve white blouse, light sapphire blue Slacks, and her favourite Birkenstocks on her hosed feet “Good Morning Sophie!” The Pianist smiled warmly – and the Lawyer found that Chris looked relaxed and calm:

The Ghosts of the Night were gone.

“Have a Seat!” Sophie smiled and watched with delight as the Blonde´s green Eyes brightened up as she looked at the Table “You have no Idea how hungry I am!”

Sophie and Chris preferred continental Breakfast contrary to Anna. Sophie shuddered: The Russian Violinist loved the traditional British Breakfast! The Lawyer noticed that Chris tucked in with Gusto. During Breakfast, they followed the Iron House Rule “No talking about Shop during Meals”.

Finally, Chris laid the Cutlery aside and leaned back. Sophie looked intently at the Pianist “You didn´t tell Jungklausen all, right?” The Pianist smiled “I would have if she had not been that bitchy” The dark-haired Lawyer grinned “She is a Bitch – truly! So, what did you didn´t tell her?”

“One of the two Attackers said that von Treskow would not be pleased” Sophie raised her Eyebrows “Von Treskow?” “You know someone going by that Name?” Chris looked intrigued “In fact I do” the Lawyer nodded thoughtfully “During one Trial in Nuremberg I came about a Lawyer, Theda von Treskow, who represented a Client, she was a tall red Head. Pretty good. Her Client was knee-deep in Organized Crime.” She smiled “He was convicted despite his high-priced Lawyer” Sophie smiled broader “We did not part as best Friends!”

Chris grinned “I like that!” Sophie nodded “An old Friend of mine works in Organized Crime here at the State Attorney´s Office – Bastian can tell me more about von Treskow!”

The Pianist looked into the Distance for a Moment and wondered if Robert had anticipated this, knowing about Sophie´s Past. Robert had been clever and well-connected and there had to be a Reason why he had pressed Chris to bring Sophie with her …

The Blonde concentrated on the Present and smiled “I will have a talk with Rahel – she must know something” Her face brightened up “Let´s go!” Sophie shook her head “Not so fast, Chris!” She looked intently at the Pianist. Chris did not break Eye-Contact – she stared back, unblinking - “Before we go, you and I will go to Police Headquarters, where you will sign your Statement!”

Chris was about to snap back but the Lawyer raised her Hand. “Look!” Sophie explained sternly “Jungklausen can make Life very difficult for you – and she will if you give her a Reason. You know she does not believe you!”

Chris did not look pleased at all, finally, she nodded “You are right” she scoffed “I cannot stand her. She thinks I am a privileged arrogant Bitch!” Sophie grinned “You are a privileged arrogant Bitch!” The Lawyer teased her Friend. For a Moment Chris stared speechless at the dark-haired Woman – then she laughed, from the deep of her core “You had me!”

“Fair and square” Sophie smiled.

It was good to hear that laugh. Chris had not laughed often in the last few weeks. Exactly after their Return to Hamburg after “The Sands of Time Affair.” Sophie knew that Chris still had to deal with the Aftermaths of this harrowing Adventure. At Times the Blonde lost her Temper quickly, she hated herself for her physical and emotional Weakness. Her Way of dealing with it? The Pianist just trained more and harder.

“Let us get ready then!” The Pianist smiled, but something told the Lawyer, that the Blonde had read her Mind – even if she said nothing.

On the Way to her Room, she turned “I am all right Sophie!” “I know Chris, I know!” Sophie smiled. She had the feeling though the Pianist wanted to convince Sophie as much as herself.

She looked after Chris, as the Pianist strode out of the living Room. Standing Tall, Head held High – if she was not fully healed, she was definitely better since Weeks ago. Sophie knew the Pianist well enough to give her Space.

When did Chris want to talk? She would. And Sophie would listen.


One hour later, Police Headquarters Heidelberg:



Chris and Sophie entered the Police Headquarters – a ten-story modern building Complex. “I am Doctor Sophie Reichenbach, and this is Christine von der Marwitz” Sophie introduced them to the Officer at the Reception Desk “We have an appointment with Kriminalhauptkommissarin Jungklausen. Frau von der Marwitz is here to sign her Testimony.”

Chris was impressed: Sophie projected a calm Authority not to be questioned “I am lucky to have her at my side” the Pianist mused; she never had felt comfortable in the Company of Lawyers – “with certain Exceptions.” She smiled to herself.

They had to identify themselves and leave their Guns at the Reception Desk “Oberkommissar Beyer will show you to the Homicide Division” the Officer in Charge told them. He had eyed the two heavy HK 23 Guns curiously.

The Pianist and the Lawyer exchanged a look and produced their Gun Licenses. The Officer scrutinized them “Is something amiss Officer?” Sophie smiled warmly. She sounded polite, but there was something in her Voice that gave the Policeman Pause “Of course not ” he hurried to say, breaking Eye Contact quickly “I expected nothing else” The Lawyer smiled benevolently.

The former District Attorney knew the Officer had only done his Duty – but she knew it never hurt to establish Dominance early in the Game. And a Game they were playing. Not a Game of Thrones but a Game nevertheless.

Sophie and Chris waited for a spell. Chris noticed Gazes resting on her. She was accustomed to a certain level of Attention “I am tall, I am blonde – and I have huge tracts of Land” Chris suppressed a smile. Sophie got her fair share of Attention too.

Finally, a young brown-haired Man in his late Twenties arrived: Brown Leather Jacket, a Bruce-Springsteen-Shirt, Blue Jeans, and white Sneakers – Chris noticed “Ruggedly handsome” Chris suppressed a Smile “If you would follow me” the young Investigator bade them politely “Hauptkommissarin Jungklausen is expecting you!”

They followed him to the Elevator. With Amusement Sophie noticed that Beyer was quite impressed by their Presence. He did his best, but Sophie caught him looking at her bosom. He blushed as she smiled coyly at him.

On the seventh Floor, they left the Elevator. Beyer led the way. Before an Office Door, he pointed to two Chairs “Frau Jungklausen will be with you soon – she is in an Interrogation” Sophie and Chris exchanged a look. A small smile crossed Sophie´s full lips “Thank you Oberkommissar Beyer” the Lawyer smiled sweetly. Beyer felt slightly uncomfortable under her Gaze “He knows we know”.

“Can I bring you some Coffee” the brown-haired Investigator offered “No, but no thanks” Sophie declined “We had excellent Coffee already” She stressed “excellent” only lightly. Beyer blushed slightly – and left.

“And now?” Chris ventured “Now we wait” The lawyer smiled “This is the oldest Trick in the Book” The Pianist nodded “Obviously” – she shook her head “Jungklausen has me already pegged as a prime suspect”.

The Blonde scoffed “She is testing my Patience” “You will act perfectly calm, untroubled, and at ease. Do not let her provoke you – she will try” The Lawyer advised her calmly “I know Sophie” Chris sighed exasperatedly “I, we, just have no time for these Games”.

Sophie nodded “I know, Chris,” she said calmly and laid her left Hand on Chris´ right.

They waited.

10 Minutes. 20 Minutes. 30 Minutes “I will kill that Bitch!” Chris fumed inwardly – though outwardly she looked perfectly calm “Jungklausen wants to play Games? Let´s play then.”

Quick steps from the left.

Natalie Jungklausen, Yellow Sneakers, Jeans, a yellow Shirt – a bright smile on her face “I am so sorry you had to wait” Chris and Sophie rose “Right then” Sophie smiled back “Then let us carry on!” The Investigator offered them a Seat before her Desk.

Jungklausen scrutinized her Guests: The blonde Pianist looked relaxed and rested. Her blonde Mane in a loose Updo she wore a wide-cut yellow Blazer, a white Blouse, blue slacks, and Sneakers that matched the Blazer in Colour.

She wore no socks but nude Pantyhose. The blonde returned her gaze evenly – a small smile curled her lips. And those emerald, green eyes … their Gaze was penetrating like an X-Ray. For the very first time, the Investigator sensed the calm Power the Artist radiated. Holding her Gaze? Jungklausen found it difficult.

She turned to Doctor Reichbach: The Lawyer wore a light blue Power Suit, wide-legged. On her feet, open-toed Platform Heels by Louboutin “Her Heels alone cost 800 Euro” Jungklausen scoffed “Don´t let yourself be distracted!” The Investigator admonished herself. Her primary Target was the Pianist.

The Lawyer fixated on her from her green cat-like eyes “My Client has come to sign her Statement.” Sophie smiled “Let us keep this short. Do you have any further Questions for Frau von der Marwitz?”

Nathalie Jungklausen smiled sweetly “Indeed I have a few more Questions – if it is not too much trouble.” She fixated on the Pianist. Still smiling.

“It is not” Chris smiled back, equally sweetly – and Sophie admired the Pianist for her Coolness. She knew Chris. If she had set her mind on something, she would follow through. Natalie Jungklausen was in for a Surprise.

“Tell me, Frau von der Marwitz”, The Investigator asked, “You do not remember anything more than you told yesterday?”

“No” Chris stated firmly matter of factly.

The two Women faced each other. Neither one broke Eye Contact.

“You know Carl von Winterfeldt?” Jungklausen let her next Arrow lose.

“Define knowing!” Now the Pianist smiled amused “Jungklausen looks nonplussed” Chris's smile deepened “If you mean knowing in the biblical sense of the Word, I don´t know him, if you mean if I have come across him? I know him.”

“Arrogant B*tch!” the Investigator fumed. The Pianist´s Face was inscrutable. Impassive. Unreadable.

“You think von Winterfeldt is responsible for Robert von Hardenberg´s Death?”

“No” The Blonde demurred. The emerald, green eyes drilled into her dark ones. Jungklausen found the intensity of this Gaze unnerving.

“What if von Winterfeldt wants to enact some old-fashioned Revenge?”

“That would be mere speculation of Frau von der Marwitz Part” Sophie interjected.

“Let us say, I am interested in her Opinion” The Investigator smiled – a bit strained, the Lawyer found.

Chris laid her left Hand on Sophie´s right underarm lightly “I will answer the Question” She turned to the Investigator: “No” The Pianist retorted calmly.

“Von Winterfeldt would have not targeted Robert. Robert's Role in the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection was a minor one. Von Winterfeldt would have targeted me directly or Persons close to me.” Chris added, “He tried already once – one year ago.”

Notice to the Reader:

Chris is referring to this Event:

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“And Robert von Hardenberg was not close to you?” Natalie Jungklausen was sure the tall Blonde got tense. It was barely noticeable “Her Self-Control is remarkable; I must give her that.”

“He is not. Not anymore.” Again, that marble-like Mask. Jungklausen noted the very short Pause between the two Sentences. It had been barely noticeable. But that was the only Reaction. Jungklausen was sure though to detect a slight undertone: Regret?

“Frau Hauptkommissarin!” Sophie admonished her – calmly, but insistent.

“Right,” The Investigator nodded “You own a HK 23?” She turned to Chris again. If the Pianist was surprised, she did not say “Why do you ask a Question you know the Answer to?” The Blonde countered, calmly and controlled.

The two Women measured each other up. Neither one was backing away. Sophie sighed inwardly.

“Robert von Harenberg was shot with a HK 23.” Natalie Jungklausen stated.

“Your Point?” Chris seemed not to be irritated in the slightest.

“Why don´t you allow us to check the Gun you deposited at the Reception?” Jungklausen smiled sweetly – and false. Sophie found.

Before Chris could answer the Lawyer cut in “This ends here and now. You will need an Order signed by a Judge, which you won´t get Frau Hauptkommissarin if you do have not any more Evidence.”

Jungklausen wanted to respond but Sophie cut across her “Have a look at this” She laid a black USB Stick on the Table “You might find the Content illuminating.” The Investigator found the Lawyer´s smug smile irritating – she took the Stick nevertheless and inserted it into her Laptop.

Chris and Sophie watched as Natalie Jungklausen looked concentrated on the screen “Interesting” Chris could not hide a smile “She does not like what she reads and sees.” Finally, Jungklausen looked up, trying her best not to snap, “Where did you get this Material from?”

Sophie looked hard at her “We did your Job Frau Hauptkommissarin – and let me make this plain to you: Checking out the Alibi of Frau von der Marwitz would have been your Job – not ours.” The Lawyer´s Smile was now cold and hard.

Before Nathalie could interject the dark-haired Woman continued “I think the Police President would not be pleased to learn from the Media that the Lead Investigator” Sophie´s cat-like eyes drilled into hers “conducts a personal Vendetta on a highly respected Artist and Victim of brutal Assault!” Sophie paused “Without the slightest Trace of any Evidence!” The dark-haired Woman smiled sweetly “Or did I miss something?”

The Investigator opened her Mouth to respond “You will submit any further Questions to Christine von der Marwitz in Writing – and if you try to tarnish my Client's Reputation further, we will file a formal Complaint. Is that clear?” Sophie´s Mezzo was hard like Steel.

The Investigator hated the Lawyer with her Guts. She fumed. “Frau Hauptkommissarin, I asked you a Question” Sophie interrupted her thoughts “Is that clear?” Her Voice was as sharp as Chris´ Katana. The Investigator stared back at her, but broke Eye-Contact quickly “Yes” she muttered after a Pause, “You were very clear.”

The Lawyer smiled sweetly “I am happy we agree on this” She stood “Come, Chris, we go!” The Pianist raised too “Good Idea Soph! It is a bit stuffy in here!”

Sophie turned Jungklausen “Don´t bother to show us out – we will find the Way ourselves!”

Natalie stared after them. She took her Phone and made a Call.

“They are on their Way, be ready!”

Natalie fumed. The Lawyer had outplayed her. She had underestimated Doctor Sophie Reichenbach- and paid the Price.

Chris and Sophie did not say anything on their Way down. At the Reception Desk, they retrieved their Guns, bade the Officer in Charge a good Day, and left. Out on the Street, they turned right “What a B*tch!” Chris spat “Yes” the dark-haired Lawyer teased the Pianist “One should think you had an Affair with Jungklausen´s Husband – and he left her for You!”

The Blonde was not entirely mollified “I wish I had, then I would know at least why she pegged me as prime Suspect!”

Chris changed tack:

“I told Sybil to make a thorough background check, the B*tch has no reason! …” She paused, her neck hairs rising “You think she will put you under Surveillance?” The Lawyer had noticed the reaction “She already did – we are being followed!” the Blonde strode along.

“And now?” Both Women acted as if nothing had happened “Now I will have some Fun!” An ominous Smile curled Chris´ Lips “When do you meet your former Colleague?” Sophie smiled back and looked at her Watch “At 1230 at the Café Knösel!” The Pianist nodded and smiled back “It is hideously overprized – but it is pure Alt-Heidelberg Romantic! I will see Rahel at 0100 PM!”


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Sophie grew serious “You will not trash the Shadow in a Dark Alley, will you!” Now the Blonde chuckled “No”, Chris shrugged – but I will embarrass him!” She took her Smartphone, selected a Contact, and made a Call. The Person at the other End took the Call after the first Ringing “Hi, It´s me!” – the Pianist “I need the Phone Numbers of two People …”

The Man following Chris watched as she and the Lawyer parted at Bismark Square. Reichenbach crossed the Street and vanished from Sight. The Pianist turned left and followed the Street, to cross the Neckar. It was a beautiful Sunny Morning.

Halfway on the Theodor-Heuss-Brücke, the Blonde paused for a Moment to look at the Castle Ruin, which loomed above the City. After two Minutes she continued at a brisk Pace “She has not taken Notice of me! - I am just good at this Business!” he smiled.

Heidelberg-Neuenheim was one of Heidelberg’s most famous Quarters. Unlike many German Cities, Heidelberg had not been bombed during World War Two, so many of the Houses built End of the 19th Century were intact and well-kept. Anyone who owned a House in this Quarter had to be well-off.

Chris´ Shadow followed the Pianist to the Marketplace, the Blonde turned left, and followed the Martin-Luther-Straße, looked at her Watch, and took a Seat outside the Dorfschänke – a Waitress approached her.

Von der Marwitz placed her Order. She looked in his Direction. Not likely she would see him; he had melted with the Shadows. The Pianist had ordered a Chevre Cheese au Gratin Salad and a Glass of White Wine.


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But she did not start eating – she took her Smartphone and stared directly at him. The Man took the Phone, an Unknown ID “Yes? Who is there?” He watched the Pianist who smiled broadly now at him:

“Good Day, Oberkommissar Beyer!” The melodious Alto Voice of Chris von der Marwitz “Why don´t you join me?” Marcel Beyer saw that the Pianist pointed to the Place opposite her. His cheeks burned; he had been played. Cleverly. More than that. At the Academy, he had gotten the highest Marks for Surveillance and Countersurveillance.


Natalie Jungklausen´s Office, 10 Minutes later:


Natalie Jungklausen smiled – 10 Minutes ago Marcel had reported, he had followed the Pianist across the Neckar. Her Mobile rang. Without looking at the Display she took the Call “Yes, Marcel! What is it?” A melodious Alto Voice laughed “This is not Marcel, Frau Jungklausen”.

Now the Investigator recognized the Voice … von der Marwitz … she suppressed a Curse “You should not be too cross with Marcel; he is really good!” The Pianist smiled “He is just not playing in my League!”

Chris von der Marwitz grew serious, several degrees colder, and hard like Steel. She did not raise her Voice though “Let me be plain Frau Hauptkommissarin: Why do you have me pegged as Prime Suspect – without a shred of Evidence – I do not know. And I do not care. I do care though about Loss of Face.”

In the same calm, cold controlled Tone she continued:

“I grew up in Japan. In some Ways, I am more Japanese than German. Loss of Face is the worst for a Japanese. It is for me. If you continue to smear my reputation with baseless accusations and harassment Doctor Reichenbach will bury you and your reputation under an Avalanche of Complaints.“

She paused and Natalie wanted to interject. The Pianist cut across her, without raising her Voice in the slightest:

“Frau Jungklausen, do your Job and find Robert´s Murderer. You could start with Theda von Treskow. Have a pleasant day Frau Kriminalhauptkommissarin!” The Pianist hung up – and Jungklausen stared dumbfounded at the Phone in her Hand ….

“That absolute B*tch!” She shook her head “She hung up on me!” She stared at the Phone in her Hand “She hung up on me!” As much as she hated to admit that: The Pianist had a point, several actual: “First: I allowed myself to be carried away!

Second: To ruin my Career was not an empty Thread: Marcel had done a thorough Background Check: Doctor Reichenbach’s Track Record as District Attorney had been shockingly impressive.

Marcel has talked to a Colleague in Nuremberg who has been cross-examined by Reichenbach …. Third: They had come across Theda von Treskow´s Name – but I have decided to follow my Vendetta ….”

Something about the Pianist triggered her: She was beautiful and elegant: Her expensive Clothes and Shoes, her bearing …

The Investigator was sure: Sophie Reichenbach would bury her and a Career– if she did not come up with something substantial …

Natalie called Marcel …...

[wolfman]

Have been away and only just getting on board with this new offering and i must say it is truly excellwnt. Pacing is great and bondage sublime. This is great

[algebrauk]

Great chapter, the story moves on apace. Love Sophie playing hardball, underestimate her at your peril.

Christine making a new enemy in the investigator, will Natalie regret “poking the bear”?

[Beaumains]

I like the fact that you zoom in on just Sophie and Chris in this story. It makes the read great as the size of your total universe is exploding exponentionally and so we get a much deeper exploration of their characters and their relationships. Those details about Sophie's experience as an attorney are great, for example. It also allows you to characterize Jungklausen better. I am still not sure what your plan with her is. You give her a lot of screentime if she is just a bitchy bureaucrat, so she had to play some sort of part later, either as a minion of the big bad evil of this story or befriend your heroes somehow by saving each other. I am not sure what you are going for.

Theda von Treskow is an interesting addition. If I am honest, I am not too much a fan of the connections to the 30's and 40's, but I don't think it will play a major part in the story. I love her first name as it is so obscure. Also, how she was captured and tied up is a classic scenario in your stories and seems to be the gentleladies way of dealing with unwelcome guests. No matter who, they like to tie a woman up in a strict hogtie and do something with their panties, bra, and hose but refuse to cross a certain line slightly further. It is almost comical how often this occurs, and maybe everyone who is doing this should put their differences aside and celebrate their shared kinks together...

[mrjones2009]

The plot thickens!

Nice to see a different side to the ladies in this one. There is a mystery to solve.

Natalie Jungklausen is an interesting character. Seems to have a personal issue with her heroines. She must know that getting involved with these ladies only ends one way.

[algebrauk]

The plot thickens! She must know that getting involved with these ladies only ends one way.

Cinema, dinner and a quiet vino by the lake - is that it?

Oh it’s the chloroform ropes and gags isn’t it? Silly me.

[Caesar73]

The plot thickens! She must know that getting involved with these ladies only ends one way.

Cinema, dinner and a quiet vino by the lake - is that it?

Oh it’s the chloroform ropes and gags isn’t it? Silly me.

Those questions will be answered At some point At some point tomorrow Chapter 4 will go online. More questions or more answers? See for yourself!

[Caesar73]

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The Files of Art. Inc.:


The Heidelberg Affair - Troubles of the Past


Chapter 4:


“Ghosts of the Past”




Heidelberg-Neuenheim, Mönchhofstraße, later:

“That has been fun!” Chris was elated: First ambushing Beyer, then dressing down Natalie Jungklausen thoroughly. The young Oberkommissar had really been embarrassed and the Pianist had felt pity – just a bit.

After she had ended the Call with his Superior the Blonde had smiled warmly “Listen Herr Oberkommissar” The emerald-green Eyes seemed to see right through him – he noted the enormous Presence of the Blonde for the first Time, as if she had switched on a Flashlight.

“As I told your Boss, you are very good – and many other Professionals would have not discovered you” The Blonde kept his Gaze evenly “I grew up in Japan, I trained in Martial Arts since I was Five, and in Disciplines, a Friend of mine in Law Enforcement calls “Ninja Stuff”. Chris looked calmly at him “I see, hear, and sense Things, other People don´t – so it is no Shame I got you red-handed.”

“But you are an Artist!” the young Investigator had exclaimed. To his surprise the Blonde chuckled “You forgot “Only” she paused “I am both” Chris continued – and the Oberkommissar noticed suddenly an Air of Sadness around the Blonde “You are not the first who has trouble comprehending that ….”

Another Pause

“The Qualities you need as a Musician are in many Ways the same you need in Martial Arts.”

Beyer had still not been entirely happy – but less grumpy when they parted.

Chris looked at her Watch: 10 Minutes to 0100 PM. Then she felt it. It was like the gentle Touch of a Finger. The Sensation was different than the Presence of Marcel Beyer. But there was no doubt. She was followed – again.

The Pianist strode along as if nothing had happened “This gets tedious!” she cursed inwardly “It is like confronting an Enemy in a Pitch-Black Room – and we have no Idea, who the Enemy is and how many there are” A familiar Voice whispered in her Head “Do what you are trained for Christine Sama!” To herself, she vowed, “Sensei, I will.”

She smiled grimly “The Game is on, let´s play!”

Two Minutes later Chris knelt to retie the Shoelace of her right Sneaker – and used the opportunity to scan her surroundings discreetly. The Blonde was not entirely sure, but she had noticed someone …

Precisely at 0100 PM, she stood before the Villa where Rahel inhabited a flat on the second Floor. She still felt the unknown Presence. Chris pressed the bell. The Blonde waited. Nothing. The Blonde pressed the Bell a second Time. Chris waited “Yes?” a strained voice, hoarse from Tears whispered “It is me, Rahel” the Blonde answered calmly.

A moment Pause and the Door swung open. As she entered the Building Chris felt the Sensation – more intense “She is near” she thought. The Pianist walked up the Stairwell quickly. On the second Floor, a Door opened. Rahel looked horrible:

Her normally shiny sleek black shoulder length Hair was greasy and matted, and her face was pale “She cried” Chris concluded. Rahel wore a pink fluffy dressing gown, and matching slippers on her bare feet.

The Blonde´s heart went out to the younger Woman. Chris closed the Distance and hugged Rahel tightly. Robert´s Secretary pressed her Body against the Blonde´s. She shivered. Gently Chris stroked her Back “I miss him too”, she said softly.

And meant it.

Finally, Rahel loosened her Grip and looked up at the tall blonde Woman. Her Eyes were full of Pain “Come in” she said softly, and Chris followed her over the Threshold. The long floor was covered with polished Wood. Teak? Rahel pointed to a row of soft Felt-Slippers “I will make us some Tea Chris” her host offered “You prefer Green Tea?”

“That is correct” The Blonde smiled kindly. Chris had slipped her Sneakers off. The Wood felt cool under nyloned Soles. She heard Rahel rummaging in the Kitchen. The Blonde slipped a Pair of Blue Felt-Slippers on, followed the Corridor, and stepped into the Living Room. Chris found that the Interior of a Flat told a lot about the Human Being who lived in it.

What did tell the Living Room, Chris? “Rahel is sensitive, kind, warm-hearted, and loves beautiful Things.” To the East large Panorama Window´s opened offering a perfect view across Neuenheim and the Eastern Side of the City. On the southern Side of the Room stood a black shimmering Blüthner Piano, a Model S she recognized “I did not know Rahel played the Piano.”

“It is beautiful” Chris heard a soft Voice speak behind her. She turned around. Rahel stood in the Room carrying a Tray: The China was exquisite “Japanese make and model” Chris concluded. “Robert bought it in Japan when he was there with you!” Rahel had noticed Chris´ look “Another Thing I did not know” The Blonde mused.

“Have a seat, please.” Rahel pointed to the Couch. Chris sat down, while Rahel sat on the opposite Site after she had sat down the Tray on the wooden Table.

Her Host filled their Chinas and Chris took a Sip and savoured the Taste “Excellent!” She set the Cup Down, slung one long leg above the other, and looked intently at Robert´s Secretary “Tell me Rahel” she said gently “How was Robert in the last weeks?” Rahel's underlip quivered, she gripped her Cup firmly with both Hands …...


One hour later:


Chris stepped into the warm Sun, deep in thought …

And she sensed it again – that Presence. Now she was able to locate it. On the other side of the Street. She did not turn. Instead, she walked in the other direction and turned the Corner. Melted with the Shadows and watched.

Now she got a clean look of her Watcher: A red base cap, shoulder-length sleek black Hair, Shades. A little over average Height. Jeans, black Sneakers, black ankle Socks, a black top, and a light black backpack.

“The way she scans her vicinity. She is trained.” Chris concluded, “What is she doing?” The Woman pressed Rahel´s Doorbell. A short Conversation through the Intercom followed, and the Door opened, the Woman vanished inside, and the Door closed behind her.

“Damn it! What did I tell you, Rahel? Do not open the Door to a Stranger Rahel!”

Chris cursed.

She waited. 10 Minutes, 15 Minutes. Then Chris had enough. She strode to the Entrance Door and typed in the Entry-Code. Carefully she walked up the Stairwell and listened. The Blonde cleared the first floor and ascended the next Stage.

She stopped before Rahel´s Door on the second floor and listened. The Door was not closed entirely. Chris listened intently: No Mistake. Heavily muffled Peals of weary Laughter.

The Pianist retrieved her Tranquilizer-Stun-Gun from her Bag and put it on the Floor.

Gently she pushed the Door open. Before she crossed the Threshold she slipped her Sneakers off. Stealthily she moved forward, her nyloned Soles made no noise on the polished wooden Floor. As she moved forward towards the living Room, like a large Predator, the muffled Sounds grew louder.

Now she could see into the living Room: Rahel was there. And the black-haired Woman. Rahel was tightly hogtied, her toes tied together and tied back to her Elbows. Her lower Face was covered by a yellow Silk Shawl. The large bulge where her Mouth had to be indicated she was heavily gagged. Her face was bright red, and tears rolled down her cheeks, while she pleaded with her Tormentor to stop.

The black-haired Woman knelt behind Rahel´s Feet and tickled the hell out of them, digging her Nails with relish into the soft flesh of the Secretary's balls. Chris took Aim “Having fun?” Her voice cut sharp like a blade through the muffled Laughter.

“She has quick reflexes; I must give her that!” In a fluent movement, the black-haired Woman rose and whirled around – Chris pulled the Trigger twice and the Taser too. Rahel´s Tormentor crumbled to the Floor, her Body twitched – and lay still. The Pianist walked over to the unconscious Woman and felt her Pulse. It was slow but steady. The blonde retrieved her Bag and produced several zip ties and a Ball Gag.

Rahel followed her Movements while she regained her Breath “I will free you after I have secured that Bitch” Chris calmed her, and she relaxed. The Blonde took off the Woman´s shoes and socks:

One Zip Tie around the Ankles, one under the Knees. One around the Wrists, a fourth around the Elbows – and a fifth to hog tie the Woman. The Socks stuffed Chris into her Mouth before she applied the Ballgag. Rahel´s Attacker wouldn´t go anywhere.

From her Bag, Chris pulled out her Tanto and walked to Rahel. First, she cut the silken Shawl and pulled a wad of soggy socks outside her Mouth “You are okay Rahel?” Chris asked gently “Thank you, yes” she whispered, “You came right on time” She registered Chris´ stern look “I shouldn´t have opened the Door, right?” Rahel blushed “You shouldn´t” The Blonde´s facial expression softened “Let us get you out of this!” Chris cut the hogtie Ropes “But I know her!” Rahel blurted out.

Chris stopped “You know her?” Rahel nodded while the Pianist made short work of her Ropes “Yes” the black-haired Woman exclaimed, as she sat up and rubbed her wrists “Right!” Chris nodded “Go, freshen up – while I make us a cup of Tea, then we talk!”

20 Minutes later Chris and Rahel sat on the Couch, both nursing a Cup of fine Darjeeling. Rahel´s Attacker sat, still unconscious in a tight sitting hogtie on a sturdy wooden Chair across them. She was still out.

Chris looked intently at Rahel, who had dressed casually in blue yoga Pants, a white Top, and two Pairs of thick white slouch socks “So you know Ruth Goldstein” – the Pianist had checked the belongings of the black-haired Woman “Yes” Rahel nodded.

“She is a client of Robert” Robert´s Secretary corrected “She was …” “What did she want?” Chris was curious “Robert represented her against the Nordstern Trust” Rahel explained “The Nordstern-Trust” Chris´ Eyes narrowed.

They had stumbled across the Nordstern-Trust during the Hunt for the Weinstein Collection. The Trust was Part of a Right-Wing-Network. High Powered. Carl von Winterfeldt had been Part of the Trust. The Trust had its origins in the Third Reich.

It had survived the End of the “Tausendjährigen Reich” – the Money of the Trust had come from Jewish Germans who had been deprived of their Lives and their Money …. Chris and her Friends had focused back then on their Hunt for the Weinstein Collection. But the Trust still existed … and Robert had obviously taken the Claims of the young Woman seriously enough to represent her …

This was reason enough for Chris to take the Matter seriously. And someone had too. And ordered Robert to be assassinated “Why did she attack you, if she had been Robert´s Client Rahel?” Chris fixated on the younger Woman “Robert had warned her to pursue her Claim further – because it would be too dangerous.”

The Blonde nodded “And?” There was more to it she sensed it “I overheard a Conversation” Rahel blushed “By accident” Chris had to smile “Go on!” Rahel gripped her Cup tighter “Robert told her that he had found some new Material that would aid their Case.”

“So that was what those two Bitches had been looking for …“, Chris whispered “And they have not found it” she added thoughtfully “Ruth thinks, you know where the Material is?” Rahel nodded “She wanted to know where it is.”

As if on Cue the Woman on the Chair stirred, and she groaned softly. Chris felt no Pity – she had made the sitting hogtie tight. The Blonde had zip-tied her big toes and tied them to her Wrists.

Ruth Goldstein looked up.

Their Eyes met.

Ruth´s whole body hurt, the Blonde had shot her and tasered her. Her incredibly bright emerald-green eyes drilled into her grey ones “Listen” she spoke calmly “Rahel will take out your Gag. I will ask you Questions, and you will answer. If you shout, the Gag goes in – and I resort to other means.” The Blonde paused “Are we clear?” The Woman had not raised her voice, spoken calmly, and controlled “Are we clear?”

Ruth nodded – the melodious Alto Voice had sounded like a hundred times folded Steel.

“Fine then” Chris turned to Rahel “Take her gag out.” Calmly she watched as Rachel unbuckled first the Ball Gag, took it out, and pulled then the socks out of her Mouth “Give her some Water!” Chris ordered.

After Ruth had drunk some water, the Pianist fired her first Question:

“Why did you attack Rahel? She did you nothing wrong!” Ruth did feel uncomfortable under the intense Scrutiny “I just needed to know what Robert had found out!” She broke eye contact.

“You could have asked politely” Chris did make no effort to hide the Sarcasm “What do you know about von Treskow?” The sudden Change of Tack got Ruth off Balance, the Pianist could tell “I am waiting!”

Finally, Ruth looked her in the Eye – she had decided – Chris could tell “Von Treskow is connected to the Nordstern-Trust! And I wanted to know how!” Chris´ Eyes grew a little less stern “And?” “I broke into her Villa, tied up her Personal Assistant, cracked the Safe, recovered its Contents – and taught von Treskow a Lesson!”

“Interesting” Chris found “Now she looks defiantly at me, she is proud of what she did.”

“Why your Interest in von Treskow?” The Blonde held the other Woman´s Gaze “Von Treskow works for the Nordstern Trust, she is knee-deep in dirty dealings!” Ruth had raised her Voice.

“You have a personal Interest in this right?” Chris prodded “Yes!” The black-haired Woman shot back “The Nordstern Trust has the Blood of my Family on their Hands – and I wanted Robert to prove that in Court! He warned me about the Dangers – we disagreed.

The Day Before Yesterday he called me, he wanted me to meet him, he said he had found something but did not want to talk about the Phone. After he was murdered, I decided to take Matters into my own Hands …!”

Defiantly she stared at Chris, challenging her “Cut her loose Rahel!” and gave Robert´s PA the Tanto.

“Robert was not wrong when he warned you off, you know Ruth. We came across the Trust during one of our Investigations. The Trust is like a Kraken. Nobody knows how far his Tentacles reach” Chris paused and thought for a Moment while Rahel freed the Private Investigator.

Ruth stood and rubbed her wrists, where the Zip Ties had left their Marks. She looked at Chris´ who rose too “I have a Proposal for you” she explained “We should join Forces. Together our Chances to bring down von Treskow are much better than alone!”

The Private Investigator shook her head “No, but no thanks! I always work alone – and I don´t trust anybody in this” Chris´ Eyebrows rose “This is not against you or your Associates!” Ruth added hastily “This is just me!”

“Your Choice” Chris´ Voice was now several degrees cooler “I cannot coerce you. But I think you are making a mistake. But have it your way then!”

10 Minutes later Ruth Goldstein was gone …. Chris looked long after her “This is foolish!” she fired “What will you do now?” Rahel ventured “Meeting with Sophie and working out a plan how to proceed. This is far from over – and Rahel?” “Yes?” “Do not open the Door to anybody, if you have the feeling of being followed, contact me. In the Evening stay Indoors. Avoid being alone or in secluded Places!”

Rahel felt uncomfortable under the stern look – but sensed that Chris meant well. “I will do that!”

“Right!” The Pianist looked at her Watch, I have to go now!”


 


Theda von Treskow´s Office: Around the same Time:



Lisa had just shown out her last Client as the Lawyer´s Laptop signalled an incoming Message. The Signal Tone meant it was an important one. Von Treskow opened it … it was from Black Knight 88.

Inside the Organization, he was a high-ranking member, outranking Theda. His Position in Law Enforcement meant he had access to highly classified Information. This the Lawyer read, as usual, he did not bother with Formalities:

Greetings. Hauptkommissarin Jungklausen is making discreet inquiries about you. Someone must have persuaded her to focus on you, instead of von der Marwitz. You should keep an Eye on her. She has no clue though – yet.

A Colleague of mine told me that he met with Doctor Reichenbach. She asked detailed Questions about you. Very detailed. It might be helpful to find out what she knows about von Hardenberg and what he found out – I am sending you some Information you might find useful to convince her to meet you ….

Theda read and smiled “Yes, this can work!” She remembered Sophie Reichenbach from the Courtroom. The then District Attorney had shredded her to Pieces back then. Those sharp and precise Questions fired like the Staccato of a Machine Gun. She had left her no loophole “Somehow this is poetic Justice to have a little Revenge on that arrogant Bitch – and get the Information we need!”

She smiled still as Lisa entered her Office Minutes later “Boss, I have Intel about the Attacker´s whereabouts!” Her PA was very excited Theda could tell “Why don´t you and Olga invite her over?” The Red Head smiled maliciously “And I have another Job for you tomorrow …...”

Von Treskow´s smile got almost evil now ….


Hotel Europäischer Hof in the Evening:




Chris and Sophie had retired to the Patio and enjoyed the View above the City. Sophie took a Sip of her well-cooled Riesling “Where do we go from here?” The Blonde took her Time before she answered “We have to find the Data Robert found – and take von Treskow out of Commission. That Ruth Goldstein does not want to join Forces? It is inconvenient ….” She smiled mirthlessly “To put it mildly” The Lawyer shot Chris a quick Glance. The Pianist did look considerably better than yesterday “She has made up her Mind” Sophie realized “This we will do tomorrow”. Chris fixed the dark-haired Woman with her emerald, green eyes “We will pay Ruth Goldstein a Visit, and in the Afternoon, we will meet the Mentor of Robert!”

Chris gazed into the Distance.

Sophie looked at her “Chris, you would tell me if you were unwell – physically” she clarified. Something flashed about the Blonde´s Face “It comes and goes you know, but the Bouts of Pain come less frequently” The Blonde hesitated “And I do take my Meds!” She smiled.

Chris took another Sip of her Wine. Sophie knew her well enough to leave her Space. When did the Blonde speak about her feelings? Such moments were seldom – the Lawyer waited. It was a peaceful Moment, here on the Patio of their Hotel.

Finally, Chris spoke:

“I am so glad; you are with me in this Sophie!” she added softly. Sophie looked intently at the Pianist “You have done so much for me” The Lawyer grabbed Chris's left hand tightly “We have gone through so much Chris – it was, and it is the least I can do for you!” She raised her Glass “To Robert! To Robert!” Chris returned.

They drank up.


Heidelberg, Rohrbach, after Midnight:


A black nondescript Van parked not far from one of the old, well-kept Houses of the late 19th century. Two black-clad Figures left the Car, carrying backpacks and one carried something that looked like a mummy-style sleep sack very much.

Twenty Minutes later they returned, carrying a mummy-style sleep sack between them. It was not empty anymore. They loaded the Sack into the Van. They closed the Back Doors. They got in. And left.

As if they had never been there.

[wolfman]

This was wonderful. It was really great to deep delve into Christines thoughts and actions. I miss some of your regular story regulars, but i am really enjoying the trimmed down cast and depth of this tale.

[algebrauk]

Love this latest chapter... a new opportunity to join forces spurned but a new foe identified. Still think Natalie is going to be involved somewhere somehow. Or is it just wishful thinking on my part!!

[Caesar73]

This was wonderful. It was really great to deep delve into Christines thoughts and actions. I miss some of your regular story regulars, but i am really enjoying the trimmed down cast and depth of this tale.

Thank you my Friend - I like the Format of this Tale, which allows for what you enjoy. And I won´t give away too much - but there might occur a Situation that makes it neccessary to call for aid ....

[Beaumains]

Another chapter to set the scene and build the characters. I like the self-awareness of the story:

The Pianist strode along as if nothing had happened “This gets tedious!” she cursed inwardly “It is like confronting an Enemy in a Pitch-Black Room – and we have no Idea, who the Enemy is and how many there are”

is followed by another woman breaking in, hogtying and gagging another character (again, you really seem to like this scene), and voila, the gang can continue.

I like Rahel a lot, and that she is not a bad-ass, big brain, or brave knight. That contrast makes the skills of the more extraordinary, greater-than-life heroes and villains seem far more important. I hope she is more than just a messenger to give information to the heroes and has a greater role to play. The ending scene was also nice. I like that it is short and sweet and not a cliffhanger that can be easily resolved (or the implied kidnapping is not really a kidnapping).

[LunaDog]

Another one of your complete 'Masterpieces' is coming along very nicely here, i feel.