"He died of fear," Sneijder stated, finally moving toward the desk. He leaned in, his nose inches from the judge’s cold skin. "And look at the fingers, Sabine. What do you see?"
Sabine knelt. The judge's fingertips were stained with a deep, indigo ink—a color used only by the high courts of the 18th century. "He was forced to sign something. A confession?" Andreas Gruber Sneijder & Nemez 06 Todessch...
The victim, a prominent judge known for his 'iron gavel,' sat at his mahogany desk. His eyes were wide, fixed on a leather-bound book open to a page detailing the medieval 'Blood Eagle.' But there was no blood. The room was sterile, smelling of ozone and old parchment. "He died of fear," Sneijder stated, finally moving