‘Oh dear . . . I mean, good morning, Chief Inspector!’He stood up and bowed solemnly.‘No, he’s not in, but I saw Krause in the corridor two seconds ago – shall I shout for him?’He stuck his head out of the door and was lucky enough to attract Krause’s attention.‘The Chief Inspector,’ he whispered when Krause came closer. ‘On the phone . . . The Chief Inspector!’Krause stepped inside and took over the receiver.‘Krause here. Good morning, Chief Inspector . . . What can I do for you?’He listened and made notes for about a minute. Then he wished him a pleasant day and hung up.‘What did he want?’ asked Klempje, scratching his ear with his index finger.‘Nothing you need bother about,’ said Krause, and left.Stuck-up ass, Klempje thought. I was only trying to help . . .It took a few hours to prepare the necessary documentation for raiding the house, but at ten o’clock they were in place outside Malgerstraat 17. Reinhart, Moreno, Jung, and a car with four technicians and equipment worth a quarter of a million.
