Part 8

Anja Krebber

By the time I made it down to her landing site, she was a case for the coroner, and what was left of her would easily have fitted into a medium sized suitcase. There was no way I could get at her clothes or purse to look for some clues.

A busy neighbor must have called the fuzz, the first sirens were to be heard above the din of traffic. Remembering my last encounter with Captain Haddock I deemed it prudent to postpone a repeat performance and vacated the premises to watch the events unfold from the safety of my window. My very broken window. One look up the side of the building would tell my sharp friend, the Captain, immediately where her fall had originated from. Cursing myself for a fool I made to descend the stairs yet again, when a flash of white to the side of the door caught my attention.