Seven Summits 12

Helena’s heart pounded as she and Tamiko approached the group of men that now began to take notice of them. She felt very naked and vulnerable in her skimpy outfit, and she hoped that the mask would hide she was blushing like a beetroot.

In an almost synchronous move, three of the men now took off their sunglasses, and more than one jaw dropped. Tamiko took her shoulders back, thrusting out her boobs, and asked:

»May we offer you a cold beverage?«

»Well, it has just gotten hotter!«, one of the men commented, and some of his comrades chuckled, though most of them were just staring at the two pairs of naked boobs that had so miraculously appeared among them. Helena also forced herself to stand straight as more and more took a cup and toasted to the girls. When all had their drink, they wanted to continue their way to the corner, but now, a thin man drew his phone, and politely he asked whether he could take a picture.

Helena’s first reaction was to refuse. Then, however, a plan began to form in her head; a daring plan, but if it worked, they could get out of this soon and have all of these thugs arrested.

»A hand, please!«

She handed the tray to the next man who took it, slightly surprised. Then, she put her hands on her hips, stepped one foot forward and looked at the man who grinned and took a few pictures. Now, a few more held their phones up, and of course, they asked Tamiko to pose for them, too.

»What are you doing?«, Tamiko hissed as they put their arms around each other’s shoulders to pose for a shoot of both of them.

»Trust me!«, Helena whispered back, and when asked, she folded her arms behind her head and leaned back as far as she could. Tamiko, who had decided that their only chance was to participate in whatever insane plan Helena had, stepped behind her and placed her hands on the sides of Helena’s breasts, so they still were visible.

Soon, more and more of the men asked them to take selfies with them. To their surprise, they seemed to respect some lines. They occasionally touched their breasts, but didn’t do rough fondling, and they never asked them to remove their masks. One of them even asked if he could send the picture to »the man from the early warning system«.

A few minutes later, Helena and Tamiko left a group of happy men, and when they approached the corner, they were sure that some took pictures of their thong-clad butts. Tamiko took an audible breath, and she asked Helena:

»Now, what the hell was this? Do you think they are too weak to get after us when they haven’t got any blood left above their waists?«

Helena moved her left hand. Now, Tamiko could see that under the tray, she was transporting a cell phone.

»They were so fascinated by our performance that I could have taken three or four of these without them noticing! Now, we can call for help, and in a quarter of an hour, the Police will be here!«

They were right in front of the corner, and now, they could clearly hear the sounds: occasional cheering and applauding, and also some muffled moaning and sighing. Helena felt a shiver run down her spine. What would expect them on the other side?

She stopped and balanced the tray with one hand, so she could dial the Police. She chose a video call, so the Policeman would not only hear her, but see what was going on. Then, she nodded towards Tamiko, and they passed the corner.

They had expected to see their friends in the nude, and they both knew that they would not only be restrained, but be arranged in a more or less embarrassing pose. But nothing had prepared them for the sight in front of their eyes. Helena dropped both her tray and the phone, and the plastic cups rolled down the hill.

Had she dropped a cupboard filled with China porcelain, the crowd wouldn’t have noticed, as they were all staring at the group of naked, bound and gagged girls in their midst. No less than seven sweat-clad bodies were writhing and squirming in their bonds, there were all kinds of sounds, from deep, guttural groans to high-pitched mews, and even through her mask, Helena was hit by a wave of a specific fragrance.

»Würzburg Police, whom am I speaking to?«, a voice came from the phone lying in the grass. Helena didn’t react. She had just noticed Eileen, tied inside a wooden frame, with her hands tied above her head. She was half standing, half leaning butt to butt with a black girl, and Helena could see her thrusting out her pelvis, against a rope or scarf tied between her legs.

»Just a few minutes, I think, the drinks are not welcome yet!«

It was the grey-haired man who stood a little afar, and who had just noticed what he considered to be Milena and Sabrina. He had loosened his tie, and he was also having sweat pearls on his forehead. His eyes went back to the show, and so, he missed the detail that one of his henchwomen had just dropped her tray.

Tamiko stood like petrified. Yini’s bench was partially hidden by a seesaw with two girls tied to it, writhing and moaning, and so, it had taken her a few seconds to spot the Chinese. But now, she stared on her petite, naked body, glistering with sweat and crouching on the bench doggy style. Yini also spasmed and twitched, and right now, a meaty hand landed on her exposed butt with a loud smacking sound.

Frank Herbert frowned at the sight of this; he had told his guests that touching the »exhibits« was prohibited, at least as long as the game was going on. He thought whether he should scold the man himself or ask Sabrina or Milena to do so when he saw in the corner of his eye that one of them who looked like Sabrina was already approaching the man who was about to spank Yini again.

He only noticed that Sabrina wasn’t just approaching, but running, and then, she jumped, and her stiletto heel hit the man’s side. He howled with pain and surprise, and he landed in the grass, only to get his nose hit once he looked up at the girl.

»Sabrina! Have you lost your mind?«

With disbelief, Frank watched how the hooded woman was hitting his guest, so his nose bled, and he crawled away on all fours. His eyes spun to Milena who still stood at the corner, staring at the scene as if she had turned into stone.

A few more people had watched Yini, and they now partially shied away from the aggressive woman, but two men stepped in front of her. Tamiko’s hood had slightly slipped, and to have free sight, she reflexively ripped it from her head.

»What the – get her! Don’t let her escape!«

To see that this woman definitely wasn’t Sabrina had worked like an ice bucket on Frank, and he stormed towards the other one. Helena ran away, but she bumped into another guest, and when she wanted to get to her feet again, Frank Herbert had already grabbed her upper arm. With his other hand, he ripped the hood off her face.

Meanwhile, Tamiko, in fighting position, stood surrounded by five or six men. Each of them would have been no match for the Karate Sensei, even though she was limited in her movements by the stiletto heels. Maybe, she would have been able to defeat two, but now, the sheer mass would bring her to her knees.

She landed a few hits, and there was a satisfying moment when her heel hit one of her attackers’ balls, sending him to the ground with his hands between his legs, whimpering and wheezing. Then, however, strong arms held hers, and now, others were forcing Helena towards her. Frank Herbert stepped in front of them, his hands on his hips, and an angry glance in his eyes.

»How dare you interrupting the grand finale? Who are you, and where are Milena and Sabrina?«, he shouted, barely able to control his anger. Tamiko angrily kicked at his direction whilst Helena just stared at him, panting, and her eyes widened. Frank also panted, but then, he seemed to calm down, and even through his mask, she could assume his cold smile.

»Well, it seems we will get some good old physical exercise, too!«

He took off his belt and let it swish through the air. A few more of the men did the same, and Frank now ordered the men holding the girls’ arms to hold them tight.

Helena screamed, and Tamiko was surprised at both the sound and the loudness of it. Then, she realized that it hadn’t been Helena, but the hoot of a gas honk, like those some football fans liked to use.

»Fuck!«, Frank shouted, and he and two others dropped their belts.

***

Noah Markert had hesitated when the desktop had announced a video call to him. It was an experimental feature that people could call the Police via video call, and of course, it was often misused by trolls who considered it funny to send drunken selfies or dick pics to the emergency hotline. However, there was also the original purpose of the feature: allowing witnesses to send proof of a crime in progress, and so, Noah had accepted the call.

First, he thought he had been sent a bad amateur porn, for there were some nude women in the distance, whilst in the front, he could only see some grass, and the backside of a woman clad in a thong, high heels and a corset. Noah hesitated: should he end the call to keep the emergency line free, should he report the troll, or should he allow himself a little distraction from his tedious work at the emergency call centre?

The decision was taken from him as his colleague, Kevin Dusen, looked over his shoulder, asking him to zoom in on the girl’s butt. They both knew that they couldn’t do so during a video call, but since his colleague was older and higher in rank, Noah laughed guilty of duty. Then, however, his expression became serious, and he stared at the screen.

A man in a suit, wearing a mask, was approaching the girl, and he was grabbing her, pulling her out of the camera’s focus. He acted rough, brutally, and the girl’s screams sounded real. Then, his eyes fell on the three words typed under the message:

»Rimpar animal shelter«

Noah had heard about the search at Rimpar a few hours ago, where his colleagues had followed a hint that maybe, the missing girls that had been reported during the last two days could be held there. They had found nothing there, but they had concentrated on the commercial area, not the abandoned shelter.

»Better ten times too careful than too careless once!«, he thought and informed the central. Noah was so occupied with his report that he didn’t notice Kevin had withdrawn to the bathroom and was typing a message to a certain number.

Though both Frank Herbert and his guests considered what they were doing as just a frivolous game, at least frank was aware that he was actually committing a crime, and so, he had taken a few precautions. Having all guests wear mask, though they more or less all knew each other, had been one of them, but his trusted chauffeur and bodyguard had also organized what he called an early warning system.

A considerable paycheck had persuaded Kevin Dusen to keep his eyes and ears open, and since he worked at the emergency call centre, he knew about every planned SWAT team mission before the first car had left the Police Department.

At the yard, the chauffeur had received the message, and when he had also heard that there was some commotion behind the corner, he had taken the gas honk he kept in his glove box for exactly that occasion and pressed the button twice.

***

Helena couldn’t believe her eyes when the men who had held her arms in a vice grip were letting her go and ran away, one of them running over another man who had slipped because without the belt, his trousers had followed gravity.

The whole crowd was running around, some shouting or cursing, and Helena just slung her arms around Tamiko who was crouching beside her, hoping that if they literally kept their heads low, no one would take notice of them.

A few of the bodyguards were running in the opposite direction, to take care of their bosses, and already, there was the sound of cars starting and wheels ploughing the unpaved ground. There was a considerable chaos, for the cars had been parked in a way that only those who had been parked close to the gate could leave at once, and the whole scene could have reminded one of the scenes in »Titanic« when too many people were trying to get aboard too few lifeboats.

Though it seemed like an eternity, it took less than two minutes until the last guests, even those who had gotten hurt in the progress, had left the area, and now, both Tamiko and Helena raised their heads, like soldiers in a trench when the shell bombardment was over.

»Aww!«

Helena took Tamiko’s hand, and, still on their knees, with open mouths and unable to take their eyes away from the scenery, the girls now were the only witnesses of the grand finale Frank Herbert had arranged. It was impossible to say who of the now running guests had won or lost his bet, as all seven girls were writhing and spasming, screaming through their gags as they all reached the peak of ecstasy more or less at the same time.

The images hit the girls’ eyes like the light reflexes of a stroboscope. Bouncing breasts, thrusting pelvises, heads thrown back when screams of lust were sent through massively packed mouths, all this added to the overflow of sensual images, and then, it was like watching an exploding minefield when all girls climaxed and then collapsed in their bondage. For Tamiko and Helena, it was partially like watching their wildest dreams come true, partially like witnessing an adult version of Dante’s »Inferno«, or an undiscovered painting by Hieronymus Bosch.

Only when the last body had stopped twitching, and the last groan had ebbed away, they were able to get to their feet, and, feeling like they had been stunned and still holding each other’s hands, they staggered down the hill.

***

Ligeia von Marwitz, despite being 51 the Junior CEO of a major company in Nuremberg, had been caught with her panties down when she had heard the alarm. She had left the show and found her way to look for a bathroom, and indeed, she had discovered a small toilet that looked clean enough and offered both some toilet paper and a functioning flush.

When she had relived her bladder, Ligeia’s hand had found its way between her legs, and she had touched herself whilst reimagining the sight of the seven squirming girls, all so helpless and beautiful. Not only did she need some time to be alone with the desires the show had awaken, she also had to find a way to talk to Frank Herbert in private. Perhaps, if she used her charms and opened her purse, he was willing to get a little further down the road to perdition and would sell her one of his »Seven Summits«. To imagine having one of these girls for her own sent a blissful shiver through her loins, and her fingers moved faster.

HOOONK!

With an annoyed grunt, Ligeia had withdrawn her hand from her moist middle and adjusted her clothes at the warning signal. She stepped onto the corridor, when she heard the sound of the door leading to the back yard.

»Mrs. von Marwitz?«

It was Marvin, her chauffeur who could have acted as her bodyguard, too, for he had been a mercenary before. However, since he had been in her services, Ligeia had usually only used him to drive her comfortably from point A to point B.

Marvin had been among those who had looked if their boss needed help, and he had been a little dismayed when there had been no sign of Ligeia von Marwitz. So, he had run around the house, in the hope to find her, so they could escape before the Police would arrive.

He allowed himself a sigh of relief, and he was just about to escort Ligeia to the front door when suddenly, he stopped and listened closely.

»Mph! Mph!«

»Uuuhmmmm! Mmhhmmmmm!«

The high-pitched noises, accompanied by some faint rustling, came from behind another door in the corridor, and Marvin drew his gun before he approached the door. Ligeia, who could not be called a coward, followed him and looked under the tall man’s left arm when he pushed the door open, stepping aside if there was anyone with a weapon waiting for them.

»Mhhrrrmmmm!«

»Nnnnngggg! Mph! Hrrmm!«

Their eyes fell on what could have been a miniature version of the arrangement outside. Two girls, naked except for black hoods covering their heads, were squirming on the floor. Both were tied on arms and legs and put into tight hogties with copious amounts of tape and zip ties, and their skin was covered with beads of perspiration.

When she bent over them, Ligeia noticed that they were fixed to each other, so each had her face buried in her companion’s crotch. She also saw that each had a tight zip tie around her waist, and the one whose butt was close to her feet, she could see a horizontal zip tie disappear into her cleft.

»If it is as tight on the other side, she will be more than pleased to get a tender massage down there, once the thing comes off!«

Of course, this favour would come at a cost, and Ligeia felt how her loins tingled and heated up again. Then, she turned to Marvin who had went for the window, watching how the last two cars were manoeuvring around Ligeia’s Bentley to escape the animal shelter.

»Marvin, do you remember my little mansion in Tuscany?«

Of course he did, for he had driven her there twice. It was indeed small, more a house than a mansion, and it was so remote that the closest neighbour was five miles away. However, he was more concerned with the fact that any moment, there could be the sound of approaching sirens, or the sight of Police cars on the only road.

»Ma’am, we must go!«, he stated, and Ligeia looked at him with an enigmatic smile.

»Of course, Marvin! I was just thinking whether I should take a few days off and withdraw to Italy – if you wouldn’t mind working as my butler for a few weeks!«

»Certainly not, Ma’am!«

The idea of leaving the country when the Police would be after them wasn’t the worst idea, and he knew that for the money she paid him, Ligeia could ask for a few extra favours. Ligeia now looked down on the squirming and mewing girls, and then, she asked:

»Marvin, you are a strong man! Do you think you can lift, let’s say, some 200 to 220 lbs, and carry it from here to, let’s say the trunk of my car?«

A grin built on the chauffeur’s face as he understood the meaning of her question, and he flexed his muscles.

»Easily, Ma’am!«

»Well then, let’s leave this old ruin! We will get everything we need on the way! However, I think we already have everything we need for an interesting time, nicely packed for transport, and right here at our feet!«

***

Only partially capable of rational thoughts, Tamiko had grabbed a bunch of keys from a desk before she had stumbled towards Yini, kneeling beside the heavily panting Chinese’s head and brushing over her sweaty skin whilst ripping away her blindfold. Yini blinked, and then, her eyes filled with tears. Tamiko reached around her head and tried the keys on the padlock securing her gag, all the time breathing soothing things in Japanese.

The third key fit, and Tamiko opened the buckle. She wanted to yank off the leather mask, but had to be careful as the ball sewn into it was inside Yini’s mouth. Once it came off, she could see something black was stuffing her mouth, and some drool was running down her chin.

Yini chortled and coughed when Tamiko now pulled the totally sodden pantyhose from her mouth. Then she croaked, and, shuddering from the cruelty of Yini’s captors, the Japanese also helped her to get a pair of while lacy knickers from between her teeth. Yini panted, only able to hold her head upright because Tamiko was holding it between her hands, and then, she whispered:

»Yo-your h-hair-«

It was an irrational thought, but the first thing Yini had been able to realize when she had recognized Tamiko had been that she seemed to wear it very short. Tamiko chuckled a bit insecurely; then, she reached behind her head and loosened her bun. A cascade of long, thick black hair fell over her shoulders, and from behind, the sun created like a halo.

»L-like I saw you wh-when-«

Tamiko frowned, fearing that the Chinese had lost her mind during her ordeal she could only imagine right now. She had plucked the clamps from her earlobes, but she feared there were more, and she could see the contraption buckled around Yini’s private parts. What had these bastards done to her friend?

Yini gulped, and then, she showed a glimpse of a smile. With her cheeks blushing, something Tamiko had never seen before (and considered the most beautiful thing she had ever seen), she looked at her and breathed:

»I-I was thinking of y-you – the whole time – when I – when I-«

She blushed even deeper, and then, she added:

»When I came!«

Now, Tamiko’s eyes filled with tears, too, but she continued to caress Yini’s ears and cheeks, and her head approached her face. The Chinese let out a fluttering breath, and then, their lips met. For a second, each of them feared that the other would withdraw or protest. Then, all the tension and fear of the last days, all the doubts about the other’s feelings during the last months was washed away as their kiss continued and became more and more passionate.

***

Helena had staggered towards Eileen directly, and now, staring at her friend’s sweat-covered nude front, sensing the strong scent of arousal, she was a bit overwhelmed and had no idea where to start in freeing her.

Removing the blindfold seemed a good start, and when she saw Eileen blink with her blue eyes, she felt a wave of relief, and she sank against her breast and sobbed. Only when Eileen moved slightly and mewed through her gag, she pulled herself together and tried to be of further use.

»Wait a minute, I will – damn, there’s a padlock!«

She pulled on Eileen’s gag, unable to do something about it, and she then checked her other bonds, trying to find something she could do with her bare hands. She plucked the pinecone vibrators from her feet, and though they had stopped buzzing, since the computer had stopped all the devices after the grand finale, Eileen sighed with relief.

»Oh my God, have they tickled you? Poor thing! These bastards, what must you have been through since yesterday?«

»Uuuhmmm!«

Eileen felt relief that obviously, rescue had come, and yet, she wondered why Helena’s breasts were bare. Then, she mewed as she felt her friend tug on the crotch scarf that now was pulled deep between her labia.

With trembling fingers, Helena pulled on the knots, ignoring the protests of both Eileen and the black girl, and then, the cloth finally came loose. She had to pull it from between their moist middles, and then, it dangled loosely in front of Salome’s crotch. Helena had meanwhile removed the two belts tying the girls’ upper bodies together. However, they still were leaning butt to butt, and when Helena carefully tried to pull Eileen away, both she and Salome protested through their gags.

»A-are you – further connected?«

Eileen nodded, blushing all over, and Helena frowned. There were no further ropes or straps, so, how could their butts be connected? When she realized the answer, she reflexively felt for her own butt, reminding her recent experience with the butt plug, and her knees became wobbly, forcing her to sit down.

»Oh my God!«

***

A SWAT team of a dozen Policemen arrived a few minutes later, and now, the freeing of the seven captives of course went much quicker, though the men had definitely expected something else when they had stormed the animal shelter. Except for the commanding Officer, all were young Police cadets between 18 and 21. Their unit had been the closest around, and since it seemed as if there would be no real shootout, the Headquarters had sent them. Now, some young men in bulletproof vests, seemingly overwhelmed by the naked beauties around them, tried to cope with the situation whilst the commanding Officer was ordering some ambulances.

Tamiko had convinced the men that, after they had freed Yini from her cuffs and released her from the bench (Tamiko had been able to remove the probes and the vibrator before their arrival), she could take care of the Chinese, and when Yini had also confirmed she was okay, the seemingly relieved man, hardly more than a boy, had handed them a blanket, and now, both Tamiko and Yini sat in a corner, covered by the blanket and holding hands. Two times, they tried to apologize to each other at the same time, and then, they both giggled and kissed.

»Maybe, we should stop apologizing and concentrate on the future! After all, I still haven’t found an apartment in Würzburg!«

Currently, Yini resided at a hotel, and Tamiko playfully trapped Yini’s nipple between her fingers, realizing how it hardened under her touch.

»Well, you could live with me for the start – unfortunately, I have only one bed!«

»Is it wide?«, Yini asked, trusting out her breasts against Tamiko’s hand and cuddling closer to her. The Japanese told her it was five feet wide; then, she cocked her head.

»Why do you ask? Do you want to keep as much distance as possible between us?«

Yini chortled and kissed her lips. Then, her mouth wandered over Tamiko’s cheek to her ear, and she bit her earlobe, causing the Japanese to gasp, before she whispered:

»I just don’t like it if my feet touch the ground if I spread my legs wide!«

***

A few yards away, a group of three girls sat. Helena had a bulletproof vest over her corset; the Policeman to whom she had reported had given it to her, as she had tried to report what had happened, and he had not been able to take his eyes from  her boobs. Both had blushed, and he had withdrawn after Eileen and Salome had been freed. The two had managed to remove their shared butt plug by themselves, and they had then both crouched side by side and relieved themselves before they had wrapped themselves in their blankets and sat down besides Helena. There was an awkward silence among them, and then, Salome took a deep breath. She reached out, and when Eileen took her hand, she shook it firmly and, looking at her eyes, she stated:

»Look, it was a pleasant and exciting experience – but let’s just stay friends!«

Eileen stared at her with disbelief. Then, her lips trembled, and she began to giggle. A moment later, both girls laughed until their eyes watered, causing Helena to join in, and they all exchanged a hug. All three knew that not only their ordeal was over, they also knew that they were strong and resourceful enough to  get over it.

***

Though the young Police cadets were not trained in the slightest for such situations, the remaining four damsels were also in a remarkably good condition when the ambulance cars arrived. Both Aurora and Beatriz pretended to be too weak to get to the cars, but before the medics could get the stretchers, they insisted to be carried by their saviours instead, and when the two men willingly cradled them in their arms, Beatriz slung her arms around the Policeman’s neck, and Aurora asked her rescuer whether he would also carry her up the stairs to her apartment, too.

»I am not promising anything will happen – but I would saver with someone around to protect me! That is, if you are not appalled by me being five years older than you!«

»Well, I could already see that you have managed to keep the beauty of your youth!«, the young man replied, and though she blushed, Aurora smiled and started to play with a strand of his hair.

***

The man freeing Maureen had so much tried not to stare at her thrust out ample boobs that, once she had been freed from her gag and been able to speak again, she had forded a smile on her lips and whispered:

»It’s okay looking! After all, it would be almost unfair if, of all people who stared at them during the last two days, I would blame you for doing so!«

He smiled insecurely, and when her arms were free, and Maureen felt that her shoulders hurt, he massaged her. Leaning against him, she knew that he now could look at everything, and it made her feel a bit bashful, but not in an unpleasant way.

»You have magical hands!«, she breathed. Then, however, she tried to get up, staggered and sank back against the man. He offered his help, and aided by his arms, Maureen managed to get to her feet. Then, with a blush, she stated:

»Thank you very much, and I hate ruining the moment, but I need to pee!«

When he asked her whether she needed help, Maureen thought he was kidding her, but he looked as if he meant what he said. Her legs still felt wobbly, and she sank against him. Blushing even deeper, she breathed:

»Actually, I could need a little help!«

He put his arm around her, and though he gently escorted her towards a nearby bush, she could feel that the tips of his fingers had wandered to the base of her breast. When he helped her squat, discreetly looking at the approaching ambulance cars, he said:

»It’s true what they say! Sometimes, a Policeman feels like knight in shiny armour, and sometimes, it’s just a pissing job!«

Maureen produced a strange sound when she tried to giggle and sigh with relief at the same time.

***

Anna Rose had been released by a man who was in a lucky relationship, and though he had definitely liked what he saw, his care for the pretty blonde now wrapped in a blanket, her head embedded on his thigh, was just caring. Though she was completely exhausted, so much she indeed had to wait for the medics with the stretcher, she suddenly smiled.

»Can you keep a secret, Officer?«

The cadet cleared his throat.

»Well, as long as it doesn’t interfere with the investigations!«

Anna Rose shook her head. With closed eyes, and still smiling, she said:

»Two years ago, me and two friends discussed whether a girl using a vibrator would still be a true virgin! Well, I stated ›Yes‹, and now – would it be pretentious if I called myself a very experienced virgin?«

***

»I just got a call from the leader of the SWAT team! The women are all freed, and it seems that they are all quite well! So, it seems that all this has come to a good end – though this was definitely not your merit, Kommissarin Moser!«

The Chief Superintendent looked sternly at Emily, but she could see that he was most of all relieved, and so was she. Once she had been brought to the Police Station, she had confessed everything, not trying to omit her own mistakes. However, she had also insisted on following the lead to Rimpar, and though the razzia at the commercial area had been a failure, the general idea had been right.

She wasn’t under arrest, though she had been advised to stay at the Department, and Emily knew that she would face disciplinary proceedings. Maybe, she would be degraded, and for sure, the next years would be either ruling the traffic or doing some boring chores in the archive. However, Emily could only thank God that the girls were all right.

»The most important thing is that my mistakes had no further consequences!«

The Chief surprised her by showing a smile.

»That, Kommissarin Moser, was the most intelligent thing you said or did during the last 24 hours! Maybe, there is a capable Policewoman hidden inside you, and we shouldn’t give up on you too soon! You may go now – but please, keep yourself available! After all, we still have some investigations to do, and since you are already familiar with the case – good night, Kommissarin!«

The way he emphasized her title made Emily smile, and she lowered her head so the Chief Superintendent couldn’t see it when she left his office.

The End