Chapter One Thousand Two Hundred Ninety-Three
7th October 1958
Mitte, Berlin
Looking at the photographs, Emil saw that Zella was laughing and smiling as she flirted with a couple of the boys in the in the Rock & Roll band that she had gone to see the previous Saturday night. The troubling aspect was that Zella looked a lot happier in the photographs than she had in a long time, at home anyway.
While the investigation had uncovered no connection between Zella and the man who had stumbled in front of her on her motorcycle, it had uncovered a thing or three about Zella herself.
The reason why the police had been on the scene so fast was because one patrol car was responding to the fight that had been reported and the other had been about to pull Zella over for reckless driving. While the motorcycle could be repaired, Maria was not inclined to pay for it. And she had told Emil that he wasn’t going to give her the money either or help Zella make those repairs in the garage. If Zella wanted her motorcycle back, she would have to come up with the money on her own. As a student with no real skillset, even if Zella found a place that would give her a job it would take her a long time to raise that sort of money. Emil knew that Maria was doing that on purpose, every time Zella walked past the garage, she saw the Ducati scraped up, missing parts and the broken chain on the floor. It was supposed to remind her of the consequences of being irresponsible.
The investigation had also backtracked Zella’s movements to the V8 Club. Aside from a few people in the BND and obviously Emil himself, no one knew that John Elis kept careful tabs on who entered his nightclub, the mirror that ran the length of the back of the room was one-way glass. If someone pinged John’s well-honed instinct for self-preservation he would step into the back room and make further plans. The camera was just one of his tools. Because Emil was one of only three people in Germany who knew John’s real name, the American was more than happy to keep tabs on who Zella spoke with in order to stay in Emil’s good graces. Admiral von Schmidt had told Emil that explosive little secret when he retired, the other person was the Admiral’s daughter Sarah. She basically managed the day to day operations of the club these days and apparently had secrets of her own that she didn’t want out in circulation.
“Their names are Paul and George, both are relatively harmless” John said, “The other guitarist in the band is a bit of a bastard. He fancies himself the brooding artist type. If your girl had been talking to him, I would have had sorted that out. The drummer has a girlfriend and they were all over each other in one of the booths, I did have to sort that out.”
Emil did find that amusing. John did have rules, a big one was that the only show was the one on the stage.
“What else do you know about these people?” Emil asked.
“Up and coming band out of England, which is a nice way of saying they were playing in a garage last week. Johnny and the Moondogs originally, now just the Moondogs” John replied, “They are still perfecting their sound. They keep trying to sound like Elvis Presley’s band and it comes off like a parody act.”
“I take it that their singer doesn’t have that sort of voice?” Emil asked.
“Singers, plural and no” John answered, “When they try to sing in harmony in more of a Pop based sound, they aren’t half bad.”
“Any idea what they were talking about after the show?”
“Art and themselves, mostly” John replied, “Young men far from home, and a pretty girl willing to listen to them. They were just lucky that Zella wasn’t running a con on them, because she could have cleaned them out and they would have thanked her for it.”
John just shrugged as if to say; What can you do?
Emil wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear that. All of Maria’s complaints lately about Zella seemed to revolve around the idea that she was too much like Emil for comfort. He remembered his own behavior towards women before he had met Maria. While he had never “Had a girl in every port” the way that Lang had used to joke before Emil would remind him that he wasn’t in the Navy. Emil didn’t want to think about what might happen if Zella ever moved in that direction.
“How is Zella doing?” John asked, “I heard about what happened, that’s a rough thing to have happen to anyone and she’s a good kid.”
“She’ll be fine” Emil said, knowing that currently Zella was more upset by her current predicament at home as opposed to what had happened a few days earlier.
“Glad to hear” John replied.
Something that had happened before the present mess was that Zella had mentioned that she had felt isolated from her friends because they were moving ahead with their lives. Perhaps it would be a good idea if Zella followed her friends' example. Though exactly how to get her to do that was something he wasn’t sure how to accomplish.