Chapter - Interpol call

	Chapter - Interpol call
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Ring!

Constable Robertson was in the station because his sergeant told him the body in the river wasn't on his beat, so he could be safely left behind.

"Staff room."

"Robertson?"

"Yeah, Frank?"

"Since when do you get calls from Interpol?" The voice from the answer desk was teasing.

"Since never. Why?"

"Well, they're calling direct and asking for you."

"Is this a prank?" Constable Robertson demanded.

"Hey! Whoa! If it's a prank, it's a good one. And I'm not in on it. He seems to have a real French accent, not like Quebec French, or high school French."

"OK, Frank, I know you wouldn't put me on. Put him through."

"Okey dokey."

Click. "Hello. Constable Robertson here."

"Hello. I am Inspector Montes, of Interpol Amsterdam. Are you the Constable Robertson who plays Planetarion?"

"Umm, yes, but what's a personal time thing, not part of my job description."

"Understood. Just so. But you are aware that some teenagers of your city, Planetarion players, obtained suggestive evidence against one Paul Burnthaas, who may be using Planetarion's IRC system to plan something, possibly related to the fire bombings in Europe?" Constable Robertson started to sweat. This could still be a prank, but it could also mean that the kids suspicions were correct.

Frank appeared at his elbow and scribbled a note, then gave him the thumbs up and left. The note read "Traced the call as far as the international exchange. It's from Holland."

"Hello?" The voice was courteous, but expected an answer.

"Uh, sorry. Someone, uh, interrupted me. Yes, I know about the IRC transcripts from Paul's computer. I have copies."

"We, that is, Interpol Amsterdam, have been given another IRC transcript, and signed affidavits as to it's authenticity." The voice sounded a bit reluctant. "Someone may be about to do something, possibly in your country. And they may kill someone who they feel has betrayed them."

Constable Robertson sat up straight and demanded, "How did you get this transcript?"

"It was delivered by someone claiming to be the IRC administrator for Planetarion."

"Oh, really. The kids must have contacted them."

"Do you want me to fax you the transcript?"

"Yes. Certainly!"

"Just so. I will fax it now, please."

"Please do, and thank you!"

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