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- Herausgeber: neobooks
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Deutsch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
THE POLIZEIT - Volume 3 The third story from the POLIZEIT files: Agent Sal Schick is called to a dead body. It turns out to be the corpse of... Agent Sal Schick. And there is also a serial killer who kills on St. Patrick's Day... After THE POLIZEIT DETECTIVE and THE POLIZEIT INSPECTOR here comes a new case of time travel related murder – and it is told from a different perspective. But there's more! The other two stories are the ENGLISH EDITIONS of these "files" and were translated into English and expanded from the German version. This one ist the first and only POLIZEIT story originally written in English – and no other version exists. So for English reading people exclusivly: How To Kill Yourself With Time Travel. But don't try it at home...
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“That's... something you don't get to see very often!” I had to admit.
Actually it was something you usually didn't get to see at all. I mean, ever! At least not in your own lifetime. For obvious reasons.
“Looks like me,” I said.
“It is you.”
“And I am really dead?”
“Yup!”
There you are, obvious reason!
“So, I presume...”
“Oh, don't presume. It is you and you are dead,” Cause confirmed.
“Bedside manner?!” I asked.
“I am not your doctor, am I?” He glanced at the body. “And even if I was, there would be nothing I could do.”
“You could be...”
“More nicely? More not so brisk? In a 'Hey, Sal, I've got good news and bad news for you, the bad news is, that you're dead and the good news is... you can find out who did it' kind of way?!”
“Would have sounded nicer.”
“It would?”
“No, come to think of it, it wouldn't.”
“My condolences, if that should help.”
“It does not.”
“Actually, I didn't think it would,” he admitted. Ethan Cause, Time Travel Detective of the Polizeit... just like me, only less dead. Well, actually I wasn't dead... yet!
Cause smiled at me.
“What?”
“You just figured it out, didn't you?”
“Figured what out?”
“That you are not dead yet. Sooo...”
“I can find out how I died?”
He smiled brightly.
“Exactly. Isn't that exciting?”
“Would you find it exciting to investigate your own murder?”
“I would love it!”
And I believed him. Yes, he would. He was one of those people who actually liked time travel and the whole shebang. He would get a kick out of this. Finding his own body, not knowing, what happened to it, to him... to me, to be exact. It wasn't his corpse we were all staring at. It was mine. And I still hadn't gotten over that. How in the nine hells of time travel could that be? Well, I guess I answered that myself. By time travel, obviously. But that didn't explain why it was here and now and dead and foremost: who the fuck did it???
“So do you want it?” Cause asked.
“Want what?”
“The case.” He pointed at my dead body. “Of your murder.” He looked at the coroner. “Murder?” The doctor nodded. “Murder. So, evidently this was not an accident, someone did this to you. Would you like to find out who it was or would you prefer someone else to do it?”
“Is it allowed... I mean, I'm part of this investigation.”
“Yeah, well, this is the Polizeit, so... nothing we do does really make sense. Investigate your own murder? Sure, why not? What could go wrong? Get yourself killed? Well, too late for that, isn't it?”
“Is it?”
“You know the answer, Sal.”
“History can't be changed.”
“It usually can not, no.”
“What if this isn't a usual situation?”
“Oh, it is none,” he grinned. “That we know for sure. But can it be changed? Well, doesn't seem like an Uncertainty Principle thingy to me. So do you want it or not?”
“Since when is that your decision to make?”
“It's not, but I talked to Captain Fect and she says it is. If you're up to the task.”
“You bet your ass I am.”
“I'd rather bet yours, but I concur.” His smile changed. “Good luck, Sal.”
“Thanks, Ethan.”
He turned around and left.
I turned around and glanced at the coroner.
“Good pep talk,” he grinned.
“You got a better one?”
“I got none at all. Also no bedside manner – and I am a doctor.”
“For the dead.”
“More of the dead... but that doesn't matter, does it? What matters is...” He pointed at...
“It's a corpse, Agent Schick. A body. A dead body. Your dead body. I'm afraid you have to face this fact.”
“I'm still working on it.”
“I can see that, but there is nothing helpful I could tell you.” He gave it a quick thought. “No, that came out wrong. There is nothing uplifting to say to you, like 'everything will be fine' or bullshit like that. Everything will not be fine, at least not for you. You, my friend, are gonna die. And not in a distant future and of old age, you are gonna die from a... gunshot wound, if I see that correctly. You also had a brief encounter with a knife... show me your forearms.”
I showed him.
“No, no wounds yet. So there's still some time. And they are not fatal.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“They healed. A little bit, at last. You had time to bandage them. Then you got shot.”
“By whom?”
“Don't know yet. But there's hope.”
“For me to ditch that bullet?”
“No, but to find out which gun it was shot from. It's still in your body, you know.”
“Yeah,” I murmured, “so there is good news.”
“Now you've got the right humor to deal with this,” the coroner grinned. His name, funny as it seemed, was Dr. Coroner, and he always said that gave him not a real choice career wise. “So, find out who did this to you. And...”
“...yes, I know, try not to change history.”
“Well, I presume the Polizeit would prefer you to avoid that.”
“Changing history... or my death?!”
“It's the same, isn't it?” he smiled. “See you in two hours, than I can probably tell you who killed you.”
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I had to admit the whole thing kinda ruined my day. Not that it was a great day anyway, but finding out that you will be killed in maybe a matter of days and knowing that for sure kinda sets you into a bad mood. So how did this probably last day of my life start? Quite normally, I would say. I woke up, prepared for work, some interviews in a case about a time traveling serial killer, but then the office called and Captain Fect said: “Wanna see something mind blowing?”
Of course I wanted. So I went there. A small park. Autumn. Cold. More browns than greens. Trees like skeletons. And a figure in black. Lying on the cold ground. Cause was there, the coroner was there, some of Polizeit's Finest had build a perimeter around the black figure. I showed my badge, they showed some respect... except for Cause, of cause. He stepped into my way, before I could find out, what was going on... or who was lying there.
“This is... different,” he opened.
“Different how?”
“Different... completely.”
“Mind blowingly?”
“Yeah, you could say that.”
“What is it?”
“Someone you know.”
“Closely?”
“Very.”
“Someone I liked?”
“Guess so.”
“Whom I'm gonna miss?”
“Technically... no.”
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