Chapter 35Itsy-Bitsy Spiders
Helmut Schmidt was as miserable as he could be, languishing in a cell in the relatively tiny Feldkirch police station. His mind was thinking of all kinds of scenarios to explain the non-appearance of Herr Gratz, Jürgen Ackermann's lawyer, who normally could be counted upon to attend if ever he or his brother were found in this type of situation.
That shite of a policeman, Richter, had merely told him that Herr Ackermann had more matters to worry about than his predicament, and that bastard sergeant of his, who'd made his and his brother's lives hell whenever he could over the years, had just grinned like a maniac. The only bright spot of the day had come when he was being taken to the cells and they'd passed a good-looking blonde in the corridor. There were t
