good at telling people stuff like that, so... I wanted you to figure it out for yourself.”
“You are saying I'm dead, probably murdered and my dead body is lying there in the bushes?!”
“Pretty much,” he nodded. “Wanna see?”
I had better starts into the day, but certainly not worse. It took me some time to comprehend. I'm still working on that, actually. Certain death, that's a rare concept. Well, actually it's not. Many have faced it. Sick people. People in planes, that were about to crash. Prisoners in front a firing squad. Okay, there are many possibilities for certain deaths, time travel only added one or two new ones. And this was one of them. My dead body, in a park, with a gunshot wound. But the why, the where, the who, all of that was still unknown. The coroner told me, that my body had been moved, meaning I hadn't been killed there. So why did the killer place my corpse somewhere easily to be found? There were lot's of questions, but they had to wait. First, I had lot's of other questions for some other people.
“Yes?” the person who opened the door asked.
“Good morning, Mr. Perkins?”
“Yes?!”
“My name is Sal Schick and I'm with the Polizeit.”
“Is it about our damn time distortions?”
“No, it's about the St. Patrick's Days Murders. May I come in?”
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