Dat weten we nog niet, mevrouw, en

Dat weten we nog niet, mevrouw, en misschien zal het altijd wel een raadsel blijven, want degenen met wie hij de klus uitvoerde zijn ook allemaal dood."


Zij stond in het mortuarium van het politiebureau voor de uitgeschoven lade waarin haar Gabriel lag. In eerste instantie herkende ze hem nauwelijks. Hij was natuurlijk nog niet zo oud geweest, maar nu leek hij wel erg jong. Zijn gelaatstrekken waren merkwaardig glad gestreken en zijn mond was in een permanente glimlach bevroren. Hij had de kleren nog aan, die hij vanmorgen had aangetrokken, een shirt en een spijkerbroek, niets bijzonders. Alleen het shirt was gescheurd.
De lijkschouwer legde het laken weer over Gabriel's lichaam heen.
"Is dit uw man, Gabriel Prescott?" vroeg een van de inspecteurs aan haar. Ze zag hoe de lade weer in de muur geschoven werd. Hij was slechts een van de tientallen. Ze knikte.
"Ja, he is."
Er moesten nog een heleboel papieren ingevuld worden boven in de politiekamer, waar ze een kopje lauwe koffie kreeg aangeboden.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

That we do not yet know, Madam, and maybe it will always remain a mystery, because those with whom he performed the job are also all dead. "They stood in the mortuary of the police station for the extended tray in which her Gabriel. At first they hardly recognized him. He was of course not so old, but now he seemed to be very young. His facial features were odd smooth coated and his mouth was frozen in a permanent smile. He had the clothes still on, this morning he had attracted, a shirt and a pair of jeans, nothing special. Only the shirt was torn.The coroner explained the cloth about Gabriel's body."Is this your husband, Gabriel Prescott?" asked one of the inspectors to her. They saw how the tray back into the wall. He was just one of the dozens. She nodded."Yes, he is."There were still a lot of paperwork be above in the police room, where she was offered a cup of lukewarm coffee.

Resultaten (Engels) 2:

That we do not know, ma'am, and perhaps always will remain a mystery, because those with whom he performed the job are all dead. "She stood in the morgue of the police station for the extended tray in which lay her Gabriel. In first she hardly recognized him. He obviously had not been so old, but now he seemed very young. His features were curiously smoothed out and his mouth into a permanent smile frozen. He had clothes on, which he this morning had put on a shirt and jeans, nothing special. Only the shirt was torn. The coroner put the sheet back on Gabriel's body. "Is this your husband, Gabriel Prescott?" asked one of the inspectors to her. She watched The drawer was pushed back into the wall. He was just one of dozens. She nodded. "Yes, he is." There had to be filled in a lot of papers over in the police room, where they had a cup of lukewarm coffee was offered.

Resultaten (Engels) 3:

we don't know yet, madam, and maybe it will always remain a mystery, because those with whom he performed the job are all dead. "

" she stood in the mortuary of the station for the extended drawer where gabriel. at first she hardly recognized him. he was not old, but now he seemed very young.his features were remarkable smoothed out and his mouth was in a permanent smile frozen. the clothes he had on that morning, he had put on a shirt and jeans, nothing special. the shirt was torn. the coroner put the sheet over gabriel's body. "" this is your husband gabriel prescott? " asked one of the inspectors to her.they saw how the wall was pushed back in the drawer. he was only one of dozens. she nodded. "" yes, he is. "" there were a lot of papers upstairs in the politiekamer, where she was offered a cup of lukewarm coffee.