'We'd better talk this over,' was the ominous message on my voicemail. Schulz wanted to discuss the future. My future. 'Meet me in the morning,' I heard voice say, 'near the old oak tree, the one we used to climb.'
Schulz had brought August along, his dachshund, and we went for a walk through the park.
'Why don't you want to rob a bank?' he asked with the kind of smile on his thin lips that tries to cover up a deeply threatening tone of voice, but invariably fails.
'Banks do not have money anymore, Boss,' I explained. 'It's all digital nowadays. You can't walk in waving a gun and demand all their money. There is no money.'
'Hmm, I see... So what about the fourteen horses I asked you to steal?'
'I have a small garden with hardly enough room for a chicken. Where am I going to keep fourteen horses?'
'Okay, okay, I understand. These are problems of a logistic nature. But something needs to be done, mister, we need revenue. This company does not run on its own, you know. I have expenses. My overhead is killing me.'
I hastened to assure him that I understood his predicament and that I – as his second in command – was constantly thinking of ways to alleviate his pecuniary troubles. I just hadn't come up with an idea yet, that's all. Then his face lightened up as if this very minute he had a luminous idea.
'Can you rob a house?' he asked. 'Can you do that?' He looked at me with that piercing eye that I felt going through me like a laser beam,
'Sure!' I said. 'No problem.'
He put his hands in his pockets and felt with his thumb and handed me a piece of paper.
'That's the house I have in mind, Schulz explained. 'The owner is loaded and the house is full of art and expensive artefacts. Bring me some.'
I looked at the note and to my horror I recognized the address of professor Hubnoth on Elisabeth street.