He had little desire to see the crazy old painter or his paintings again, especially on his own. Since no unmarked vehicle was available, he was stuck with a patrol car. At least it meant Old Ternheim would immediately recognize him as a police officer and refrain from attacking. Even if he didn’t really suspect Ben of having something to do with the leak, Hannes had called him a few minutes ago, anyway, only to get his voice mail. It was ninety-one degrees outside, and the air-conditioning was on full blast. After speeding past the Olsen farm, Hannes abruptly slammed on his brakes and did a one-eighty. He thought it might be a good idea to pay the farm another visit. Since the press had already divulged the victim’s identity, he no longer had to withhold that piece of information. Hohenberg Farm seemed deserted as he pulled up in front of the big barn. The sun beat down from its perch, and Hannes left the air-conditioned vehicle. He smelled manure and heard the animals in the barn.
