"We are here to request an investigation into activities against young Jewish women”
Despite the assurances of Wilhelm’s uncle that Chief Inspector Dessoff would be at work, without a doubt, they both feel that it’s a risk, going to the police a day after New Year’s. Either they will be motivated, ready to start the year with a resolution of dedication, good work, and perseverance. Or they will be hungover, bleary-eyed, and foggy-headed. It’s a risk they will have to take.
The streets are cold and quiet as they walk to the central police station. Everyone should be at work, but there seems to be a silent conspiracy to remain in bed. It’s a wet January morning, after all.
In the station, no one sits behind the front desk, which is bare save for a green glass bauble. The air smells slightly musty, as if no one has bothered to open the windows.
“Surely, there are police officers on duty over the holiday?” Wilhelm asks, pushing open a window. The rush of air is damp and cold, but better than the close mustiness of the room. They open a door that leads to the inner precinct and walk toward the back of the building.
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