Daniel Pov Prisoner Of Night And Fog

Chapter 5

After a few hours I made my way to Königinstraße, I looked at the numbers and looked for house 26. I walked along and found the house, I stopped next to the building, I suddenly felt something poke into my back, it was a knife.
"You wrote Gretchen Müller a letter," Fräulein Müller said, her voice was strong and low, sounding rather menacing.
"Yes" I was about to turn around, but Fräulein Müller push the knife a little harder, making me stop.
"Across the street. Into the Englischer Garten. We speak there." Fräulein Müller ordered.
I tried not to laugh, for some reason, I found this humorous "I had hoped we could speak like civilised people in the beer hall down the street" I said.

She stayed quiet for a second "No. Into the park" Fräulein Müller ordered.
I let out a sigh, there was no convincing her otherwise, I tried to bite back a smile.
We rushed to Englisher Garten, on the way we had split up. I was at the park entrance and I pushed my fedora up so I could see.
I noticed Fräulein Müller has looking around panicked on the sidewalk, I was about to go to her when she saw me at the garden entrance.
Fräulein Müller looked over my face for a few seconds before walking closer to me "We mustn't speak here in the open," Fräulein Müller said.
I managed to keep a straight face while resisting the urge to laugh at her antics "Very well" I said, letting a small smile crack at my lips.

We walked quickly to a cluster of pine trees which was far enough that no one should listen in. The little light at dusk shone through the tree's leaves, painting Fräulein Müller in a pale light, she had a small nose and her red lips looked to be soft, I could still see that she resembled a child, but she still seemed to have some maturity in her face, she was 17, the same age as the oldest of my little sisters. I hadn't realised till now that Gretchen looked to be underweight, so did most people in München, they have been hit by the depression much worse than people from my area in Berlin, the Waidmannslust district. I've also learnt why lots of people are supporting Nazis, since Jews can't fight in the war, we didn't go, and were able to stay working, while other people, like in Fräulein Müller's case, had family fight, making them live in poverty. There is also a chance it's just her body type, from the few photos I've seen of Klaus Müller, it could just be natural to a point.

I noticed that Fräulein Müller was also looking at me, I quickly spoke again before I embarrassed myself "How about an exchange of information?" I proposed "I'll tell you what I know about your father's death," I started; however, I wanted an answer for some of her actions "and you tell me why you found it necessary to greet me with a knife." I said sternly, not finding a real reason why she would. 

Fräulein Müller looked down, she was in deep thought for a few moments, thinking of the deal, her eyes hazed over.
She looked up, her eyes no longer glazed "Who are you?" she asked, not leaving any room for argument.
I took a deep breath "I'm a reporter," I informed her, "I came to you because this is a critical time for the Nazi Party---" I tried to explain before Fräulein Müller cut me off.
Her face stiffened, she seemed frustrated "National Socialist" she corrected.
I couldn't argue with her, I needed to get along with her.
I guess it was all she knew, and if someone were to call me or my family a Yid, I would be mad "I beg your pardon?" I asked, wanting to know her reasons, seeing how accurate my suspicions were, I felt a smile on my lips, but I whipped the smile off and remembered why I was here "Fräulein Müller, Hitler's campaigning for the presidency as we speak. His party is poised to become the most powerful political force in the country. And it mustn't happen" I explained.

Fräulein Müller looked offended at what I said, I couldn't blame her, she had known this life her all life. She seemed frustrated and rolled her eyes, almost like she was trying not to yell, she took a deep breath "The National Socialist Party is the best thing that could ever happen to Germany!" She said, having a very confident facial expression, sticking up for him "Herr Hitler is committed to reducing unemployment and creating more jobs" Fräulein Müller said proudly, I could tell she wasn't just saying it, she believed it. It all sounded good, but I guess she hasn't paid enough attention to Herr Hitler's speeches, but to be fair, she probably thinks he is exaggerating.
I guessed I must've made her uncomfortable since I was unintentionally staring at her, she was moving stiffly "I see you truly believe that" I finally said "But why wouldn't you? You've lived in Hitler's shadow for as long as you can remember." I said.

Fräulein Müller brushed my words aside, either not believing me, or not caring at this point "Why did you send me a letter?" she said, cutting to the chase.
I took a deep breath "Nothing matters more than exposing a lie." I stated before moving closer, trying to read her facial expression, making sure I can safely continue so she doesn't yell at me or anything, I continued since I had her attention "And because you're Klaus Müller's daughter. I thought that you, more than anyone else, would want to know what happened to him." I said.
Her face was covered in confusion, I couldn't imagine what was going through her head "I already know" she started, I knew what she was going to say "He died protecting Herr Hitler" she argued. I wasn't surprised, the story that's been told was that he jumped in front of Hitler and took the bullets meant for him.
I didn't want to say it, as it's only what I've been told, but I knew it would hurt when I told her "He was murdered" I said plainly.
She rolled her eyes, I knew she would sigh, but it seems out of character for her, at least from what I've seen and been told "Of course he was" she scoffed "The state policemen shot him and let him bleed to death in the street" she said, I heard some pain her voice, although she tried to hide it.

She stepped forward to push past me, I grabbed her arm, I realised she wasn't wearing a jacket, so her arm was rather cool to the touch "I'm sorry, Fräulein Müller," I said in a strong voice "but they didn't" I continued, keeping my voice quiet. I decided to tell her my reasons, maybe then she'll listen "An old Party member-- disillusioned by Hitler's politics-- came to me with information that he believes proves your father wasn't killed by police at all, but by a National Socialist comrade. Your father wasn't a martyr, Fräulein Müller; he was murdered. I aim to find out who did it" I said, I tried to keep my voice calm, I saw her freeze up, she looked hurt, I let her arm go, she looked unsteady, I didn't know if she was going to cry, or fall over, I put my hands on her shoulders, trying to steady her a bit, her eyes were glazed, and she wasn't looking me, she was looking at the ground.
She quickly snapped out of it "You're wrong" she said at last, her voice strong, but I heard a small shake to it.
I didn't smile, she realised I was telling the truth, I let my arms drop, I knew she probably doesn't like my touch "I have proof" I told her in a low voice, she must think this is a joke, but she deserves to know the truth "I'll get to the truth behind your father's death, and once I do, everyone else in München will know it, too" I continued.

I knew I won't get an answer now, I tipped my hat, about to leave "If you decided right by your father's memory, you can find me at the Golden Phoenix nightclub tomorrow night" I informed her before walking off.
I knew I was playing some mind games with her, but it wasn't a lie, I want her to know the truth, and she would have some good information for me.

I sighed, now I need to hurry to Circus Krone to do a report, got to the stadium and waited at the back, meeting with Dearstyne. I looked at the SA men, I noticed Reinhard Müller, I could only hope he doesn't realise who I am, as he is one of the best SA brawlers.