4. Kapitel
The next day Steven Baker and Laura Rieser came to me again and told me that this man probably died on the same way as Mrs. Jones, her son and her husband.
"It's strange!", Mr. Baker said. "Everytime a normal, healthy person drops down dead I meet you there."
"What do you mean? I have nothing to do with these deaths, I'm just living here. I didn't know this man. But I'd like to know what he wanted to do in Mrs. Jones' house."
Mr. Baker shook his head. "Nothing, he was just shocked about her death. Maybe it was her lover or a good friend or something. It's not important."
"But I've never seen him before. If he had been a friend or something I'd know it."
"Why? You're just a neighbour. You're very nosy, but you can't know everything."
I wanted to protest, but at this moment my doorbell rang and I stood up to open the door.
It was Mr. O'Brien, an old man who lives in this village, too.
"Mrs. O'Conner", he said. "There's something you should see."
I followed him to the street and I saw Steven Baker and Laura Rieser coming, too.
Mr. O'Brien indicated me two dark points on the meadow at the other side of the street.
It were my cats, Hitchcock and Pancake. Both dead.
I couldn't believe this. They weren't old cats, just five years old.
"I'm so sorry", Laura Rieser said, but I didn't listen. We carried the cats into my garden, covered them with a blanket and went back into the house.
"I'll make a cup of tea" the young policewoman said.
I just sat down and starred on the tble. I couldn't believe this. This were everything I had. They were my cats since they were babies.
"Maybe it's not the right moment", Steven Baker said. "But these cats...were they ill? I mean...can you imagine how they died?"
"I don't know", I answered. "But young, healthy cats don't just drop down dead. This is not normal. Maybe they were hit by a car?"
"Both? And if they were hit by a car, we had seen blood or something. This is not possible."
"Not possible?" I jumped of the chair and it fell down on the floor. "Why are my cats dead? What happened to them?"
He sighed. "This is our old problem, isn't it? These strange disease or murderer is dangerous for animals, too. This is not much what we know."
"I don't care what you know! I don't care what happened to these people! I want my cats back!"
This moment Laura Rieser brought a cup of hot tea, picked up my chair und pushed me down.
"I'm so sorry", she said. "But you've got the cat of Mrs. Jones, haven't you?"
Romeo, I had Romeo.
