A Crying Shame (111 page)

Karl bowed slightly, curtly, and said,
I am Dr. Karl von Pappen, sir. I have helped clean the girl, calmed her, and given her a mild sedative to help her relax. It will dull her senses somewhat, help her to cope with the pain she is experiencing, but it will not put her to sleep—or it should not. I took the liberty of questioning her as I worked. Her name is Christy Nelson, a resident of this county—”

Parish,” Jon corrected.

Thank you,” Karl said stiffly.
If I should require any further assistance you will be the first to know. For I will so indicate. Now if I may continue?”

But of course, Karl.” Jon smiled.

Danke
. Miss Nelson is quite a level-headed young lady. Very blunt, as well. When I complimented her on her presence of mind, she informed me that most country girls usually have their shit together.” He grimaced.
A quaint expression, to be sure. I don't recall ever hearing it before. I can only hope it does not make its way to the children of Germany.

The Links—as we have chosen to call them—kidnapped Miss Nelson and her young companion with whom she was bicycling. Both young ladies were raped, rather brutally. Miss Nelson will require some stitches in the ... ah ... her
bas
region of—”

Her what region?” Mike asked.

Her nether regions,” Karl said impatiently.

Mike looked at Jon.

Her pussy,” the mercenary informed him.

Ah, yeah,” the sheriff said.

How crude, Jon,” Karl said.
May I continue? Thank you. I have delivered medical discourses in less time than this is requiring. Getting back to Miss Nelson: I do not believe she was seriously harmed—physically, that is. I cannot speak for her mental stability, which is still rather ... ah ... auszentrum?” He looked at Jon.