“Sleep.”
“Right, Hansi. A nice nap. Wouldn’t that be good?”
But Hansi had stopped and he wasn’t going to budge. His grip had grown tighter. Felix looked over. Hansi was half turned toward the woods and the boggy uplands behind the barn. The look of concentration on his face could mean anything. Felix glanced down for any signs of a diaper.
“Sleepy.”
“Let’s go, Hansi. Your mother wants you.”
“Komm.”
The tug was more a yank. Felix pulled back. For a moment he saw Giuliana’s face: how she’d throw her head back and do that laugh that came from the back of her throat. The Italian Witch Laugh.
“Hansi, you are getting annoying. You know? Now let’s get out of here. You’ve been cured, okay? Here you are, outdoors. I’ve done my duty. Everyone’s had a good laugh, okay?”
“Sleep.”
What it was exactly that made Felix Kimmel give in was something he would think about a great deal later that day, and into the evening after the detectives had arrived from the Kriminaldiest in Graz. He let himself be led on a 10-minute walk that began almost as a trot, and left him winded. Hansi had been babbling, or intoning, words that Felix could not understand, but he stopped abruptly near a clump of pines that edged out toward a path leading through the woods.
SEVEN
The way back down felt like it took but moments. Felix’s throat and his chest hurt from the spasms that had had him almost doubled up. There was still vomit on parts of his shoes. It was he who had grabbed Hansi by the hand hard to get him to return to the house. On the way up here, his annoyance had vanity for company. He had been proud to have gotten Hansi’s trust, even to cure him in some way. Hadn’t he won him over, when even his own parents hadn’t?
Things skittered through his mind, and fear made him glance over his shoulder many times as he hurried down.
What he said later, much later, to Gebhart was this:
“I don’t know. I really don’t. I guess I felt sorry for him. Or maybe his parents, Christ, Gebi, they look so worn out. I don’t know. Maybe the air up here got to my brain.”
Gebhart had made the call, and was soon a panting, red-faced, out-of-shape policeman with a bauch full of strudel and coffee, his chest going in and out as he stood there after the climb.
Himmelfarb, hardly noticing the steep climb, was standing there too, with a face full of alarm and bewilderment.
“The boy wanted to go for a walk,” Felix said, uselessly.
“A walk,” said Gebhart, his breath whistling. “And look what you got. Holy shit.”
Gebhart took only a few steps, with his hand on his pistol, standing on tiptoe to get another look at the bodies. Felix watched the vein throbbing along his neck.
“This is a crime scene,” he muttered more than once, his voice barely above a whisper. “Be careful.”
“Jesus and Mary,” Himmelfarb said, many times. He had blessed himself a half-dozen times. “Are there more, farther in?”
The blood on their faces was black and brown. One of the men’s heads was swollen at the forehead, and though Felix didn’t’ want to look, there was that slight grin, and a tiny parting between the eyelids.
“When’s the last time you came by here, Karl?” said Gebhart.
Felix had his notebook out. He felt stupid with it hanging there, so he wrote down the time. Then he wrote that Karl Himmelfarb didn’t give a direct answer but merely shook his head.
“Auslanders,” said Himmelfarb. “Look. The shoes. And the schwarzkopfs on them, the black hair? The jackets? Where do you see these in Styria, or anywhere else? Foreigners, for sure.”
“Time enough to find that out, Karl. I said: when were you last up here?”
“Why would I come here? I’m a farmer. There’s damn-all to farm here, can’t you see? Nix.”
Gebhart raised his eyebrows at Felix. Himmelfarb bent slightly and leaned to peer into the depths of the woods.
“This is what we get,” he muttered. “This is what we get in the EU? The end of the borders down there?”
Gebhart leaned over to whisper to Felix.
“Where did you, you know…? I’ll need to tell the KD when they show up.”
Felix searched about, and nodded toward a tree.
“I’m not totally sure, Gebi. Sorry.”
Gebhart backed them out of the woods the way they’d come in.
Their handsets had been fading in and out.
Gebhart grunted and looked at his watch.
“The one day I don’t bring my damned Handi.”
“Handy what?” said Himmelfarb.
“Cell phone my Handi.”
“Hah,” said Himmelfarb. “Those things don’t work up here.
You might as well use a hunting horn.”
Gebi had phoned the post 20 minutes ago, and they had made the climb back up right after.
“Inside the hour, I’m guessing,” he said to Felix. “The whole bit. A site crew, a truck no doubt. Forensics later. You’re one lucky fellow, Professor.”
Before Felix could say anything, Gebhart turned to Himmelfarb.
“Karl, best you wait down at the house. Nothing should be disturbed, you see.”
“It’s my land, you know.”
“Stimmt, Karl,” said Gebhart, and laid a hand on the farmer’s shoulder. “Just so.”
“Cars come over the alm at night here this past while, you know.”
“We’ll talk about that, Karl. That’s important.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Everything will be taken care of, Karl. There are procedures.”
Felix watched Gebhart get Karl Himmelfarb started on his walk back. He waited then, and when Himmelfarb turned after a few metres, Gebi had some words for him. There was a lot of head nodding and a bunch of soothing gestures with his hands.
“I’m lucky, am I?” said Felix when Gebhart made his way back up.
“Are you okay? Do you need to, well, you know?”
“Nothing left. Empty.”
“Ah you poor kid. No, I don’t mean lucky like horseshoes in your arsch. I mean experience. You’ll learn a lot from this.”
“Whether I like it or not.”
“Naturlich. It’s the way of the world. They don’t teach that at the Uni?”
Felix too began to look around at the trees and hills.
“What do we do now?” he asked after a while.
“Damned if I know. Never did a murder before.”
“There must be something.”
Gebhart turned back and gave him a quizzical, almost pitying look.
“We just secure the site. The Kripo can do the rest.”
“Like CSI?”
“You watch that crap too?”
“Only when it’s on.”
Gebhart eked out a thin smile.
“See? You’re beginning to get it. You’ll make it. Maybe you’ll bring me luck. I should blow my beer money on the Lotto soon as I get back to town.”
“That’s the kind of luck I prefer.”
Gebhart sighed.
“You have a boy like Hansi?”
Gebhart nodded.
“You know Himmelfarb from that place?”
“It’s more that he knows me. Like a dummy I went there in uniform once after work. Well, straightaway I was a movie star.
There’s something about a uniform.”
“That’s why he phoned?”
“He didn’t know who to phone.”
“Social work, they call that, don’t they?”
“Call it what you want. Up here the Gendarmerie do a bit of everything.”
Felix shook his head. Gebhart said nothing further. He seemed to be listening for some sounds from far off. Then he took out his cigarettes, the Milde Sorte that everyone said they bought to try to cut down. He didn’t offer one to Felix. He needed only one flick of his lighter to get the cigarette going.
“So here we are,” Gebhart murmured after several moments.
“Up here in the arschloch of Styria. Excuse me the picturesque centre of Styria. And you’re on the job, what three months? You go for a walk with this fellow. Then, Jesus, you come back down to the farmhouse, with your face as white as a sheet with your news.”
“With puke on my shoes, don’t forget.”