Shadows

an intellectual fight

It comforted him a little that the suspects could be still questioned in prison. Also first signs started showing that Kolwasky was pregnant. It seemed to get easier to get her cooperation.

But even the best news at work would have ever compensated the loss of his wife and children. He was a man struggling with life who grabs every straw trying to save himself from sinking.

Soon Müller started to look for somebody who should visit Kowalsky in prison. Everybody seemed busy. But then she picked Polasky so she needed a volunteer to watch Theodor Gregson for that time.

"Frederieke Weber, I tolerated your pierced tongue and your purple hair. I also tolerated the tattoo on your neck and your highly informal clothing style... But now you want to go out and represent us as the police..."

"That's why I want to go," Weber said proudly and blew her chewing gum into an gigantic bubble, "Would you ever think

I'm an undercover agent?"

"I think she got a point," Hallelujah laughed, "Look at Jones. A middle old man with a mustache . Could be police. Or take Larissa. An accurate young woman with short hair. Also could be police. But Weber you are ... a freak."

"This makes 5€ for insulting a public officer," Weber said with a laughter.

Very soon Polasky was sitting in a special visiting room waiting for Luna Kowalsky. As a police officer she was allowed to sit at the same table as the criminal after she went through a metal scanner. She was tipping on her laptop when Kowalsky arrived. You don't need to be a doctor to tell that she's pregnant.

"Good morning.", Polasky started the talk.

"Good morning. As I said I was working on my own. And I'm not talking without my lawyer."

"Actually I came to ask who will be the legal caretaker of your child."

"My boyfriend Simon Schenk. He's the father."

"Is that him?" Polasky turned her laptop around. Facebook was open. Simon Schenk's account was showing on the screen.

"Yes that's... Wait a minute. This is Nicole! The son of a bitch... I've been here three months and he's already... I'll skin them both when I get out!"

"So I want to ask you again... Since you have no living relatives. Who should take care of the child? Or would you prefer an orphanage until we find a foster home. Of cause when you'll be released in 9 years the child..."

Luna Kowalsky burst into tears. Polasky gave her a tissue. Even her rule said to remain calm she felt pain deep in her heart.

"It's ok... It's ok...", Kowalsky stammered. She took a deep breath and wiped the last tears away. "Please how many years less do I get if I talk?"

Polasky returned with a full testimony. She had a strange feeling in her stomach as she entered the police department. Hoping that this testimony could maybe change nine into two years or release Kowalsky immediately, Polasky knocked at the advocate's office.

"Did she talk?", Müller asked with professional calmness.

Polasky nodded nervously and put the signed paper on the table. Müller took the sheets and quickly scanned them with her eyes. A big smile appeared on her face.

"Excellent," she praised Polasky's work.

"Thanks..." Polasky murmured.

Müller looked deep into the eyes of her staff.

"You feel pity for her don't you?"

"Of course. Oh Mme Müller if you could see how desperate she is. I hope this testimony will set her free."