The man was chopping wood out front of his house, a little one floor stone and timber cabin overlooking the valley, as a black sedan pulled into the driveway and came to a stop no more than ten yards from him. It was rare to get visitors this far up in the Mereg, so he stopped chopping, driving his axe into the block.
Three men got out, two from the front and one from the back. The two at the front were dressed in plane gray suits, and they stood stiffly in the way that only cops would. The man from the back seat was in a black uniform, with the emblems of the Grand Duke’s special investigative service.
“Good day to you,” the investigator called to the man as he approached. “Are you Hergald Gaeft?”
The man just stared back distastefully. “Yes,” he answered. “And you are?”
“I am Inspector Taeka Ulfersen,” He Said laughing, a little too friendly. “I am glad you were home. You’re a surprisingly hard man to reach.”
Hergald cleared his throat and spit on the ground. “That’s the point.”
The inspector looked around the farm, breathing deeply of the mountain air. “I can understand the appeal.” He looked back to Hergald. “I’m investigating a missing person case and you may be able to help me out. By answering a few questions.”
He blinked at the inspector, not quite sure of what he said. “I don’t see how I would know anything.”
“You were in Nalgorhaem recently?”
“Yes. For my sister’s wedding.”
“Ah joy,” the inspector said, clapping his hands together. “A joyous occasion. Congratulations to her and blessings to you.”
“Not really. I don’t really care for the guy.”
This brought a dry laugh from the inspector. He quickly composed himself and changed the subject back to his questions. “And did you go anywhere else after the wedding?”
“No. I came right back home. I don’t care for the big cities. Too noisy.”
“Did you drive?”
“I flew. Not a fan of the crowded Alstenbek roads.”
The inspector stared deeply at Hergald. His eyes seemed to have lighted up, and a cunning grin now spread across his face. “Ah, now see, I know that is a lie.”
Hergald spat again, angrily this time. “Have a good day inspector.” He turned to leave but the inspector’s next words made him turn back.
“Who do you know in Bralgo?”
Hergald glared now openly and suspiciously. “That’s none of your business.”
“See now, it is. I know who you talked to. I’m pretty sure I know about what. The only question I want to know the answer to, is where you hid him?”
Hergald pointed back down the driveway. “Get off my property!”
The inspector waved his two men forward. And they came, drawing their weapons. “Mister Gaeft, I’d prefer to take you in unharmed, but make no mistake, I will take you in alive.”
Hergald looked at the two armed officers, then back at the Inspector. He contemplated running. Could he outrun them? Could he make it to woods down the hill? He doubted it and they’d likely shoot out his leg or something.
The inspector must have noticed the resignation in his eyes because he stepped aside and let his officers come forward. They grabbed Hergald’s arms and escorted him to the waiting car.
Three men got out, two from the front and one from the back. The two at the front were dressed in plane gray suits, and they stood stiffly in the way that only cops would. The man from the back seat was in a black uniform, with the emblems of the Grand Duke’s special investigative service.
“Good day to you,” the investigator called to the man as he approached. “Are you Hergald Gaeft?”
The man just stared back distastefully. “Yes,” he answered. “And you are?”
“I am Inspector Taeka Ulfersen,” He Said laughing, a little too friendly. “I am glad you were home. You’re a surprisingly hard man to reach.”
Hergald cleared his throat and spit on the ground. “That’s the point.”
The inspector looked around the farm, breathing deeply of the mountain air. “I can understand the appeal.” He looked back to Hergald. “I’m investigating a missing person case and you may be able to help me out. By answering a few questions.”
He blinked at the inspector, not quite sure of what he said. “I don’t see how I would know anything.”
“You were in Nalgorhaem recently?”
“Yes. For my sister’s wedding.”
“Ah joy,” the inspector said, clapping his hands together. “A joyous occasion. Congratulations to her and blessings to you.”
“Not really. I don’t really care for the guy.”
This brought a dry laugh from the inspector. He quickly composed himself and changed the subject back to his questions. “And did you go anywhere else after the wedding?”
“No. I came right back home. I don’t care for the big cities. Too noisy.”
“Did you drive?”
“I flew. Not a fan of the crowded Alstenbek roads.”
The inspector stared deeply at Hergald. His eyes seemed to have lighted up, and a cunning grin now spread across his face. “Ah, now see, I know that is a lie.”
Hergald spat again, angrily this time. “Have a good day inspector.” He turned to leave but the inspector’s next words made him turn back.
“Who do you know in Bralgo?”
Hergald glared now openly and suspiciously. “That’s none of your business.”
“See now, it is. I know who you talked to. I’m pretty sure I know about what. The only question I want to know the answer to, is where you hid him?”
Hergald pointed back down the driveway. “Get off my property!”
The inspector waved his two men forward. And they came, drawing their weapons. “Mister Gaeft, I’d prefer to take you in unharmed, but make no mistake, I will take you in alive.”
Hergald looked at the two armed officers, then back at the Inspector. He contemplated running. Could he outrun them? Could he make it to woods down the hill? He doubted it and they’d likely shoot out his leg or something.
The inspector must have noticed the resignation in his eyes because he stepped aside and let his officers come forward. They grabbed Hergald’s arms and escorted him to the waiting car.