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Fanfic: My Name...Joe_Teil3

Chapter: good company

Hy!
I greet you!
Be smart, read on and have fun !!

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Chapter 2: Nice surprise

Commissioner Fintel

Lost in thought, the inspector went to his office, where he analyzed the names of those who were visiting the practice on the day the doctor was murdered. Almost at his door someone called him. He immediately perked up because he knew this voice: it was his boss. "Maximelian, please come in!"
The inspector opened the door. "Good afternoon!" He said gently. "Maximelian, this is your new partner.", The boss pointed to a cherish woman who was sitting at the other end of his desk. The superintendent thought he was not hearing properly and was sure if he had been a woman from a 1950s film he would have passed out from shock. "How, ... what, ... huh ??? Why me, I haven't had a partner for almost 2 years!" "One more reason to get you a new one. he took the commissioner aside and said a little more quietly, "You don't get such an attractive partner every day.And besides, it's already a done deal. Now, would you please introduce your colleague to the work that she will have to do in the near future, thank you! "After these words, he did not allow any more words to be repeated and with a wave of the hand gave them to understand that they should go out.

The next day

"Maximelian, couldn't you give me something more important to do than sorting through files? The boss said I should help you with your case. Until now I don't even know what it is about!" "I didn't want you as a partner, So don't complain. Besides, I've been working alone for 2 years and would have preferred if it had stayed that way. "" Tell me what the case is about! "Despite all contradictions, the inspector began to explain.
And who do you think it was? "" Definitely Mr Radfield did it, but .. "" But why? He did it, you say that yourself. ", his partner didn't understand what he was trying to imply."Yes, he has already murdered him, but aware?" Chris wanted to ask again, but she had no chance, the phone rang, the inspector picked it up. "What? The ball was forged by himself?", That was what Chris understood from the point of view, the rest of the time consisted of recurring words like: Hm, Aha or Oh you (sorry for the expression) shit.
“Which bullet was made yourself?” “Come on, I'll tell you everything on the way, it's urgent.” “Where are we going?” But the inspector had long since run past her. "Are you giving me no answers on principle?"

In the car

"Now would you please tell me where we're going?" "To a doctor's office, another dead man, shot." "Like the therapist." "Almost. This time it was two shots."

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