“Do you need a sleep, Hansi?” Gebhart called out. “A nice sleep?”
Hansi shook his head several times. He did not open his eyes, but held the kitten up closer to his face. Frau Himmelfarb sighed.
“He won’t leave the house,” she said. “Coffee for you both?”
“Three days now,” she went on, as she poured the coffee.
“I haven’t seen him at the club,” said Gebhart.
“Won’t leave the house,” said Himmelfarb.
“And he cries,” Frau Himmelfarb added. “He never cries. He is as happy as the day is long. Even when he is ein bisschen krank even when he’s a bit sick.”
Nobody seemed to want to say anything then. Felix blew on his coffee, and took sly looks around the huge kitchen. The walls were nearly a half-metre thick by the windows. Hansi stood by the sink caressing the kitten. He was looking out the window now.
“It’s been a long winter,” Gebhart said quietly.
“It’s always long,” said Himmelfarb.
“Hansi is always out,” his wife said. “We blow a whistle, he comes back.”
“We wonder,” said Himmelfarb. “Did he meet someone out there? You never know these days, the terrible things. People they take advantage of kids it’s happened, I know it. It’s on the news, nicht war, Mutti?”
She nodded.
“Oh, the crimes these days,” Himmelfarb went on. “People behave worse than animals. You see it every night.”
Felix hadn’t noticed a satellite dish on their way in. He’d remember to look when they left. What sense could an older couple like the Himmelfarbs make of all the crap pouring down from satellite channels now?
Gebhart turned in his chair.
“You’re a good boy Hansi, aren’t you? I’ll bet you are.
Everybody knows that.”
Felix became aware of Frau Himmelfarb’s gaze on him. When he turned toward her, a smile ready, she quickly looked away.
“Hansi,” said Gebhart. “Do you like the police? Wah wah, the siren?”
Hansi met his eyes for several moments. Then he nodded.
“I thought you did, yes. Well, will you meet my friend? I have a new friend, yes.”
Hansi glanced over at him. Felix noticed that Hansi’s eyes were mostly directed toward his beret. He began to believe that Gebhart could well have predicted, and even planned, every move here.
Somehow he worked up a smile for Hansi.
“Come over here, Felix,” said Gebhart. “Felix likes kittens.
Don’t you, Felix?”
Felix reached out and got a gnaw from the kitten on his knuckles.
“Felix will do the wah wah for you, Hansi. Go with Felix.”
Felix tried a hard stare and his best ESP with Gebhart. There was no go there. What if this boy/man throws a fit with the siren?
“Go with Felix, Hansi. Felix is a good boy, just like you. But he doesn’t know anything about farming. Or the woods, either. Do you Felix?”
“No,” said Felix. “I know nothing.”
Gebi gave him a measured look before turning back to Hansi.
“See, Hansi? But I hear you know all about the farm. Show poor Felix. Felix lives in town. He’s kind of lost, you know.”
A look of concentration crossed Hansi’s face. Then he walked to the door, and put the kitten in a basket there. He looked at his father, to Gebhart, and then to Felix. With a sinking feeling, one made up of pity and annoyance, and now a clear desire for some sort of revenge on Gebhart, Felix saw that Hansi was keen now.
“Wah wah?” said Hansi.
“Atta boy,” said Gebhart.
Hansi held out his hand.
“He does that when he’s bothered,” said Himmelfarb.
Felix fixed Gebhart with a glare. Gebhart knew better than to look over. He had already begun to compliment Frau Himmelfarb on the strudel.
Hansi grasped Felix’s hand and tugged on it. Felix opened the door out onto the cement step under the wooden balcony where the window boxes had already swollen with blooms. He heard a cowbell, then others. He heard the talk about the strudel stop, the quiet, before he closed the door.
Hansi had the huge hands of his old man but they were soft.
Felix tried to take his hand back, or at least switch to his left, so he’d be unable to get at his restraints or his pistol even, if this Hansi made a grab for it. Hansi grabbed tighter.
What if he screamed, or threw a fit, Felix wondered. Or crapped his pants or something?
“Wah wah.”
“Oh, I’ll give you wah wah, all right, Hansi. Is that what Gebi does for you?”
Hansi frowned and nodded, and pulled harder.
“Easy, Hansi. I need my arm for later, okay?”
Felix let himself be towed toward the patrol car. He looked over his shoulder, but saw no faces in the window. They could still be watching from somewhere. For a moment he wondered again if this was some joke of Gebhart’s. Had Gebhart or some others at the post come up with this initiation rite, a way to show the new recruit up?
He tugged back a little. Hansi slowed, and looked at him with a blank expression.
He had frightened this big lug? For the first time, he stared into
Hansi’s face. He couldn’t read it at all. He became suddenly ashamed at the thoughts that had come tumbling into his mind along with the resentment and the low burning desire to get back at Gebhart for this crazy things like a cannibal family luring people here, like some dark Grimm tale. If he’d heard right at all, Gebhart had a kid with Down’s, and he and Himmelfarb seemed to know one another because of that. And that was why he’d come all the way up here. Just to help, a bit.
“Wah wah, wah wah.”
They stopped at the car.
“Hansi? I need my hand back so I can get into the car okay?
For the wah wah?”
That worked. He sat on the edge of the seat.
“It’s loud, you know? Are you ready? Loud, okay?”
He held his hands over his ears. It took a few tries for Hansi to get the idea.
Felix held his finger over the switch and checked to see if Hansi was ready. So this was part of Gendarme Josef Gebhart’s policing duties, he thought, after a fleeting image of Hansi freaking out with the racket that was coming up when he hit the switch: a Gendarme’s day included an escape from the post, getting up in the mountains, tucking into home cooking, chatting about cattle or weather…
Hansi jumped when the siren went off. Felix changed it into highway mode, then to traffic-park. Hansi’s eyes were as big as saucers, but he was smiling. Christmas and birthday rolled into one for this boy, Felix thought. The annoyance had gone now.
“This is to tell someone to stop.”
Hansi let his hands down and began rubbing them together.
Then be began to lift one leg, then the other. Marching?
“This is for when you have to clear traffic, Hansi.”
He didn’t want to say accident.
“You stop and you keep people away. If there is, you know, a problem.”
Hansi didn’t like the slow one. He blinked at the lights as they cycled through. Felix wondered if the geeks who programmed these ever considered they might set off an epileptic fit? He turned it back. Hansi began to jump now.
“Okay Hansi. Genug enough.”
A cruel thought came to Felix: maybe it was like being stoned all the time?
“Wah wah.”
“No more wah wah, Hansi. I’m getting a headache.”
“Wah wah.”
Felix looked toward the windows of the farmhouse. He saw no faces.
“Look, Hansi, don’t be a scheisskopf. You’re not dealing with just a common idiot cop here.”
“Wah wah.”
“I’m going on holidays tomorrow. Did you know? Let’s go back to the house.”
The confused look returned to Hansi’s face. He was getting agitated.
“Wah wah.”
“Uh uh. Go on home, Hansi. Go home to the kitten.”
For a moment Hansi’s frown had Felix thinking there’d be trouble.
“Get some of your mutti’s strudel, okay? Yum yum?”
How could he not take the big lug’s hand again. He wondered if Gebi had a digital camera he hadn’t let on about.