by RL Edinger
“Where is Chad?” Chloe asked as she again reviewed her case notes.
“He chose not to accept our protection,” Vlad informed her. “He is with his mother.”
“Well,” Chloe said, putting her things away. “I think we are done for now.”
“Do you know where Wyatt is?” Vlad suddenly asked. Chloe found it rather weird that he waited until now to ask.
“My father knows,” Chloe answered. “And he is going after him.”
“Where?” Vlad pressed further.
“That information is confidential,” Chloe countered. “And you don’t need to know.”
“Rebellious, aren’t you?” Vlad added.
“Professional,” Chloe shot back. She grabbed her briefcase and walked out. Roxanne followed right behind her.
Andrew couldn’t sleep. It was still dark outside and hours before the dawn. He decided to get up and make some coffee. Andrew had just sat down at the breakfast nook and was about to take the first sip, when Megan came shuffling in the kitchen. She went to the cupboard and took a glass. Then she walked over to the refrigerator and took out the milk. Megan poured herself some and put the container back. She looked all warm and cozy in her pink fuzzy robe. She sat across from her husband.
“Couldn’t sleep?” Megan asked.
“No.” Andrew took the first sip.
“Why?” Megan asked.
“Stuff.” Andrew was withdrawn.
“I don’t like the fact that you are going after this Wyatt!” Megan just sort of blurted out. “Why does it always have to be you?”
“We’ve had this discussion,” Andrew grumbled.
“I know we talked about it eariler,” Megan snipped. “We’ve never been able to finish it, because you always make up some excuse.”
“You knew what I did when we first met,” Andrew shot back. “You knew the risks involved. Why are you bringing this up now? I don’t get it.”
“I’m bringing it up because we’re having a baby,” Megan reminded. “And that changes things for me; us. I want you to be around to raise your son or daughter.” Megan pushed aside her glass and reached out for Andrew’s hands. He moved his cup to the side and accepted her hands into his. “I don’t argue with that fact, because most of your cases are pretty normal stuff, you know.” Megan bit her lower lip and then went on, “It’s just that you’re going after these Knights of VanHelsing, and well, they’re trained killers. From what you told me, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone, and that’s including you. That’s what I don’t like.”
“It not just me, you know,” Andrew answered. “There is a team of us going to Germany. We’re meeting with the authorities and are going to develop a plan of attack.” Andrew looked at her and squeezed her hands. “Yes, I won’t lie to you that there is some risk involved, but I can handle it.”
“I…I don’t want to lose you,” Megan broke free of his grasp. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Andrew got up and rushed to her side. He laid his head on her ever expanding tummy. Andrew felt the baby move.
“What do you want me to do?” Andrew spoke more calmly now. “Work retail security? Retire for good?”
“No I don’t want that,” Megan gently caressed his hair. “I just don’t want you to do something stupid and it ends up costing you your life. Besides, retail security would be too boring for you.” Megan teased. “You’d probably end up getting fired for taking out a shoplifter with your martial arts moves.” She laughed; Andrew joined her. He pictured bagging some middle aged shoplifter with a roundhouse kick combination. It made him laugh harder. Megan was laughing so hard it made her feel like she had to go to the bathroom.
“My mom called today.” Megan sobered up and changed the subject. She needed to so as not to think about the other stuff. “She wants me to come for a visit. Is that okay?”
“I think it would be a great idea,” Andrew agreed. Andrew opened up his arms and drew her into his loving embrace
“Ready for bed?” Andrew asked tenderly.
“Yes,” Megan answered him in the same way.
Chapter 12
The Berlin airport was always a flurry of activity, with hundreds of passengers passing through. Lieutenant Otto Gunderson nervously paced back and forth as he watched the steady stream of passengers. He was interested only in the group disembarking from the United States flight. Would he recognize Andrew among the mob of faces?
“Lieutenant, you’re wearing a hole in the floor.” Detective Fredrick Schindler scolded.
“I’m just nervous,” Lieutenant Otto Gunderson answered his junior partner.
Otto stopped pacing for now. He recalled working with Andrew on the Jensen kidnapping case about ten years ago. It was the only time they worked together. So as you can imagine, Otto was quite shocked to receive Andrew’s call a few days ago.
“Lieutenant,” Fredrick broke the silence between them. “I think I can see him.” Each of them focused on the passengers getting off the plane. Otto spotted Andrew walking toward them, as well as another man and two women. All four were dressed alike in black clothing and long black trench coats.
Andrew saw his old friend Lieutenant Gunderson along with a younger man waiting for them at the departure gate. He was surprised at how much older Otto looked now. His hair was grayer and he had a lot more of it back then. Even Otto’s clothes seemed to fit more tightly now than before. The other man with Otto had peppered blonde hair with a trimmed beard that followed his jaw line.
He was dressed stylishly in a dark blue suit and tan full length trench coat.
Andrew and the others walked up to the two men.
“Guten Morgen,” Otto greeted Andrew.
“Guten Morgen,” Andrew greeted back. He asked who was with him, “Wer ist dieser mit Ihnen?” Otto switched to English.
“This is Sergeant Schindler” Otto introduced him.
“Hello,” Andrew shook hands with him.
“Fredrick.” He smiled. “But call me Fred.”
“Detective Nick Flannery,” Andrew introduced those with him. “And this is Kara Sadler and Sheriff Talia Delsmann.”
“Hello,” Fred answered.
“Hello,” Otto greeted them. He was caught off guard by Kara’s black hair with red streaks. She was very striking. The other woman looked too young to have such authority.
“Welcome to Berlin,” Otto spread his arms.
“We’ve booked you at the Hotel Augusta,” Fred informed them.
“We have to report at the station first,” Otto added. “We will rejoin you at the hotel.”
“Sounds good,” Andrew answered for the rest. The four of them went to retrieve their luggage as Otto and Fred waited. Soon the four returned, and with Otto and Fred, left the airport terminal. As soon as the entire luggage was squared away, they all departed for their separate ways.
Andrew and the others arrived at the Hotel Augusta. They exited the car as hotel staff greeted them and retrieved everyone’s luggage.
Once in the main lobby, they all walked up to the desk. The front desk clerk, a young looking woman with coal black hair and attired in a crisp, clean hotel uniform, greeted them with a wide smile, “Guten Tag.”
“Guten Tag,” Andrew smiled back. He asked if she spoke English. “Sprechen sie Englisch.”
“Ja, ich spreche Englisch,” she answered ‘yes’.
“Reservations for Knight,” Andrew continued.
“Just staying for tonight?” she said looking at the computer screen.
“Yes,” Andrew answered.
“The Hotel Augusta located in Berlin’s elegant Charlottenburg district, offers individual rooms and suites. All rooms include a safe, minibar and TV. Some also had a balcony or terrace. This family-run hotel offers free Wi-Fi access and free parking. It stands beside Uhlandstrabe underground station, just a few steps from the famous Kurfürstendamm shopping street,” she recited for all of them. She took a breath and continued, “Breakfast is served in the Augusta’s bright breakfast r
oom each morning. Many restaurants, bars, cafés and shops can be reached on foot. The ICC (congress centre) and the exhibition grounds are a 10-minute bus ride from Hotel Augusta.” When she was finished, Andrew and the others chuckled.
“Thanks,” Andrew said as she handed them their room key cards. They left the lobby and took the waiting elevator to their floor.
The day was near an end, when Otto and Fred were finally able to make it to the hotel.
Kara greeted Otto and Fred when she opened the door. From there they saw a table filled with a variety of food and beverages. A little further in the room was a laptop and projector screen set up in the seating area. Andrew, Talia and Nick were chatting by the fireplace. They were snacking on some of the food.
“We’re set up in the sitting area.” Kara stepped aside to let them in.
They entered and Kara closed the door.
Andrew and the others greeted Otto and Fred. Andrew put his drink and plate of food down. He went over to the laptop and called up the PowerPoint presentation. Soon the first slide was on the screen for all to see. First, Otto and Fred grabbed some food and a beverage. They sat down with Kara, Talia, and Nick. Andrew remained at the laptop to run the PowerPoint presentation.
“What you see is a digital copy of the map I found in the book at Kara’s home,” Andrew explained the first slide. “It was in a book about the Knight’s of VanHelsing.” He took a drink. Andrew pressed the button and the next slide appeared on the screen. The map from the book was super imposed over a map of Germany with a red star on it. “What I’ve done is superimpose the map from the book over a map of Germany,” Andrew said. “The red star indicates the location of the Gothica castle.” He changed it to the next slide that had zoomed in closer. “Gothica is located in the Ore mountain range. There are very few roads in the area. Gothica is only accessible by air.”
“They would see anyone coming,” Kara added.
“Exactly,” Andrew put up the next slide. It was a detailed itinerary.
“Tomorrow morning we take the train to Zwickau,” Andrew explained. “I’ve booked two compartments.” His throat was parched and he took a drink. Andrew continued, “Once in Zwickau we will meet with the local authorities.”
“All arrangements have been made with Captain Brewster,” Otto spoke up this time. “We are to meet him at the local police station.”
“So how do we get to Gothica?” Fred asked.
“From Zwickau we go by helicopter to here,” Andrew pointed to a place on the map about twenty kilometers from the castle. “They will drop us here and we go the rest of the way on foot.” Andrew called up another slide. It was a satellite photo of the Gothica castle.
“How did you get that?” Otto asked, nearly spitting out his drink.
“A friend of mine works at the CIA,” Andrew answered. “He owed me a favor.”
“How do we get inside?” Fred asked. He got up to get more refreshments.
“This is the plan,” Andrew finally said. “Talia will be the diversion. She will be in her Knights of VanHelsing clothing and gear.” Andrew stopped to wait until Fred returned with his food and drink. Andrew continued, “The rest of us will be entering the castle through the secret entrance here.” Andrew pointed to a section of the castle wall.
“Where will Talia be?” Otto asked.
“They will take me to the main hall,” Talia answered. “There I will meet with our leader. From there I will be taken to the debriefing room.”
“Talia will neutralize anyone in the room,” Andrew shot her a stern look, “And no one is to be killed.” He went on, “Talia will activate her locater beacon. And we will join her in the briefing room.”
“From there Kara and Nick are to open the main doors so the authorities can storm the castle,” Talia added. She recalled and went on, “Once the facility is neutralized everything will be fine.”
“And that’s where we come in,” Otto said.
“What about the rest of those Knights of VanHelsing?” Fred asked worriedly.
“If there are any there,” Talia smirked. “Andrew and I will take care of them.”
“What about tonight, here?” Otto asked all of them. “What are your plans?”
“We’re going out to dinner,” Andrew closed out the program and the screen went blank. “Our train leaves tomorrow at around noon. I think we need to have some much needed fun and relaxation.”
“We’ll take our leave of you then,” Otto stood up, and so did Fred. They put their empty plates and cups on the table. They said their good byes and left.
“So where are we going for dinner?” Talia asked. She gestured towards Kara and herself. “And what should we wear?”
“I had some dresses delivered to your room,” Andrew smiled. “So you can decide.”
“What about us?” Nick asked.
“I had several tuxes delivered for us as well,” Andrew answered. “I think we should get dressed for dinner.”
Kara and Talia immediately left to go and try on the dresses. Andrew laughed at how giddy they were. He and Nick also went to get dressed.
When Talia and Kara exited their hotel suite, Andrew and Nick were waiting for them. They smiled and each thought, Andrew and Nick looked very dashing, in their chalk stripe two button notch tuxedos, with snow white shirts and matching ties. The look was completed with square-tow, lace-up black shoes.
Andrew and Nick were waiting out in the hallway when Talia and Kara came out of their hotel suite. Both were just blown away at how stunning the two women looked. Andrew smiled at the choice of dresses each wore. Kara had chosen the red satin banded strapless cocktail dress. Its sweetheart neckline with a folded bow highlighted her features. Her hair was swept up and held in place with a matching hair comb. Andrew glanced at Nick, who couldn’t take his eyes off of Kara. She walked up to Nick and slipped her arm in his. Talia stood there as if waiting for Andrew’s approval. She had chosen a ruche black off-the-shoulder cocktail dress with cap sleeves, and a hemline that fell above the knee. The black ruche material flattered the curves of her shapely figure and the sparkling jewels created a stunning focal point on the neckline. Talia walked up to Andrew and he offered his arm to escort her.
“So where are we going?” Talia asked.
“The Vox,” Andrew answered.
The four of them got on the elevator and took it to the lobby. Andrew had arranged a limo for the evening. He thought they all needed a night to just have some fun and enjoy each other’s company before things turned serious. They thanked Andrew and got inside. Andrew instinctively looked around first. He didn’t know why he had done it. He thought it was probably from all those years of being an investigator, either way, nothing looked suspicious, so he climbed inside. The limo took off and easily glided into traffic. They were on their way to the Vox.
The Vox, located inside the exquisitely detailed Hyatt hotel, was the height of German fine dining. The tables were dressed in their finest whites and complimented with black lacquered chairs and soft table candle lighting. Patrons gathered to enjoy a grand meal and visit with each other. They were treated to the superior service by the wait staff. Each one of them was attired in crisp-looking white shirts adorned with black bow ties, along with neatly pressed black trousers and shiny flat black shoes. The waiters and waitress glided effortlessly through the room like swans on a smooth lake, all the time smiling and making sure everyone was taken care of.
Andrew and the others approached the hostess podium. She smiled and asked for the name of the registration.
“Name bitte,” Name please, she asked.
“Knight,” Andrew replied.
“Der Tisch ist fertig.” She told him the table he had reserved was ready for them. She motioned for their waitress, who walked up, ready to escort them.
“Kommen sie bitte, mit mir.” She told them to come with her.
They followed her to a table by the window, which gave them a grand view of the city of Berlin. Andrew and Nick seated K
ara and Talia first and then took their own.
“Ich möchte die Weinkarte sehnen?” Andrew asked if he could see the wine list. She handed it to him. Andrew looked it over and soon selected his choice.
“Zwei Flaschen Hausweins bitte, abgekühlt.” He ordered two bottles of the house wine chilled. “Danke,” he said. She smiled and left to fill the order.
“Where did you learn to speak German?” Talia asked amazed at how fluent he was.
“I studied with a friend of mine,” Andrew answered.
“So what are we going to eat?” Kara glanced over the menu. Luckily the lists were in both English and German.
“They serve French and German food,” Andrew answered. “What would you like?”
“I’ve never tried authentic German food,” Kara spoke up.
“Me too,” Nick agreed.
“How about we all try it,” Andrew suggested.
“Okay,” they all agreed.
The waitress returned with their wine and glasses. She opened the first bottle and poured a small amount in a glass and handed it to Andrew. He took the glass and sipped from the contents of the glass. Andrew held the wine in his mouth. It was a Bloom Riesling with aromas of peach and honeysuckle giving way to a pleasing palate full of sweetness and acidity.
“Sehr gut.” Andrew said it was good.
“English please.” Talia pleaded with a pouty look.
“Alright,” Andrew smirked. He looked up at the waitress, “Englisch bitte.”
“What would you like to start with?” she asked.
“May I order for us?” Andrew offered.
“Sure,” the others answered looking a bit overwhelmed with all the choices.
“One minute please,” Andrew said. He studied the menu and ordered an appetizer of Koeniginpastetchen (flaky pastry shell filled with veal ragout in Riesling sauce with mushrooms). As well, he ordered a Gurken Salat (cold cumber salad). And for the main course it was Jägerschnitzel (tender milk-fed Veal Cutlet, floured and sautéed in butter, topped with a Mushroom-Creme Sauce, served with Potato Pancakes and Red Cabbage).