WAT LEZEN WIJ
8 Nov 2018
I put Yosht's letter away and decided to take a shower to think things over. Just as I was getting dressed I knew what to. I called Marcello.
'Ola,' I said, 'this is Erik Beken, I was at your office earlier today...'
'Ah, yes, the Hollandes who is looking for a ruin, rather than a house. I haven't found the right ruin for you yet, Mr. Beken.' Marcello's voice dripped with sarcasm.
'I now know exactly what I am looking for,' I continued undeterred. 'It is an old abandoned building that once belonged to a consul.'
'Ah, yes, I know that one. La casa embrujada the locals call it, the haunted house. You wouldn't want to go near that one, Mr. Beken.'
'Why? You believe in ghosts?'
'Well, yes I do, as a matter of fact, but that is not the reason I advise you not to to set foot inside that building.'
'It's against the law. They put up a fence to keep intruders out, there are signs every-where, warning you to stay off the property, because it is dangerous.'
'Because of the ghosts?'
'Maybe, but mainly because the building is in such disrepair that walls may come tumbling down. Only two years ago two boys were found dead there. They'd fallen into a pit or something.'
'Looks like just the place to be for me. Can you give me directions?'
'It's impossible to find. It's not on Google maps or any other map. For all intents and purposes the place does not exist.'
'But you know where it is?'
'Of course I know where it is. It's my work, you see.'
'Can you take me there?'
'Madre de Dios,' I heard him sigh.
I waited for Marcello to respond and heard him breathing hard. 'I'll protect you against all ghosts,' I joked.
'It's not the ghosts that bother me, it's the law. But you know what, why not?'
'I'll come and pick you up.'