Chapter 2 - The File Gero Thought He Could Control
Thomas held Beate with one arm while Dr. Richter prepared the ultrasound machine.
Kommissarin Brenner stood beside the examination table holding the phone.
No one spoke while the baby’s heartbeat filled the room.
Fast.
Steady.
Alive.
Beate covered her mouth.
Thomas closed his eyes briefly.
His military discipline had survived war zones, funerals, and years of command.
The heartbeat nearly destroyed it.
Dr. Richter looked toward Beate.
“Your baby is still fighting.”
Thomas opened his eyes.
Something colder had entered them.
“Play the video.”
Beate stiffened.
“Papa, you do not have to watch.”
“Yes.”
His voice remained calm.
“I do.”
Brenner placed the phone on the counter.
The recording began.
Gero appeared inside the bedroom.
His face was clear.
The belt was visible.
Beate’s body curled protectively around her stomach.
Thomas did not move.
His jaw tightened after the tenth strike.
His fingers closed into fists after the twentieth.
At fifty, he looked away only long enough to check his daughter’s face.
Then the recording continued.
Gero believed the camera had stopped capturing once he left the bedroom.
He was wrong.
He returned several minutes later with a black folder.
Beate was still on the floor.
He placed the folder on the bed and opened it.
The microphone recorded his phone conversation.
“She will not be able to attend the appointment tomorrow.”
A man answered through the speaker.
“Then we need her signature tonight.”
“She refuses when she is calm.”
“What about after the baby comes?”
Gero looked toward Beate.
“She will not have control after the delivery.”
Thomas stared at the phone.
Brenner paused the video.
“What appointment?”
Beate wiped her face.
“I do not know.”
“Did Gero ever ask you to sign legal papers?”
“Several times.”
“What papers?”
“He said they were insurance forms.”
Thomas turned toward her.
“Did you sign?”
“No.”
Gero became furious whenever Beate asked to read them carefully.
He accused her of distrusting him.
He said pregnancy had made her irrational.
The recording resumed.
The unknown man spoke again.
“If she remains married to you, the child’s trust stays protected.”
Gero replied calmly.
“Then she will not remain capable of making decisions.”
Thomas took one step toward the phone as though he could enter the recording.
Brenner’s expression changed.
“This sounds like financial coercion.”
Beate looked confused.
“My grandfather left a trust.”
Thomas nodded slowly.
Beate’s maternal grandfather had built a manufacturing company near Stuttgart.
Before his death, he created an inheritance trust for Beate and any future children.
The money could not be controlled by a spouse.
It remained protected unless Beate was legally declared incapable of managing it.
Thomas understood immediately.
“He planned to call you unstable.”
Beate stared.
Gero had spent months telling relatives she was emotional.
He contacted her doctor without permission.
He told neighbors she suffered from anxiety.
He insisted she stop working because she was becoming forgetful.
Every small cruelty had another purpose.
He was building a story.
The recording continued.
Gero knelt beside Beate.
Not to help her.
He lifted her chin and spoke softly.
“When the baby is born, you will sign what I give you.”
Beate whispered that she would not.
Gero smiled.
“Then the doctors will decide whether you are fit to keep him.”
Dr. Richter turned pale.
Thomas’s dog tags shifted against his shirt as his breathing deepened.
“He threatened the child.”
Brenner nodded.
“He created evidence of violence and still believed he could blame her mental state.”
Thomas looked at his daughter.
“Did he ever say the baby would be taken?”
Beate began shaking.
“He said no court would believe a woman who could not keep her husband happy.”
Thomas lowered himself beside her.
“Listen to me.”
She looked at him.
“No one is taking your baby.”
Beate’s lower lip trembled.
“You do not know what he can do.”
“I know what evidence can do.”
Brenner stepped closer.
“And now we know where to look.”
Police officers were sent to the Müller home.
Gero had not returned from his business dinner.
His vehicle had been seen at a private club.
Brenner requested an emergency protection order.
Dr. Richter documented every injury.
Thomas photographed nothing himself.
He allowed professionals to work.
But his silence frightened everyone in the room.
Then a nurse entered carrying a plastic evidence bag.
Beate’s cardigan had contained a small tracking device sewn into the lining.
Gero had been monitoring her location.
Brenner examined it.
“He knows she is here.”
Thomas stood.
“How quickly could he arrive?”
“Less than twenty minutes.”
Beate’s face collapsed.
“He will come.”
Thomas looked toward the clinic entrance.
“No.”
His voice remained quiet.
“He will try.”
Brenner contacted uniformed officers.
The clinic doors were secured.
Beate gripped Thomas’s hand.
“You do not know him when he is angry.”
Thomas looked toward the phone displaying the recorded belt.
“I know enough.”
Outside, a dark Mercedes entered the clinic parking lot.
Gero stepped out carrying flowers.
He smiled at the receptionist through the glass doors.
Then he saw the police vehicle.
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The smile disappeared.
Continue to the next part: Gero will enter the clinic pretending to be a worried husband, but Thomas will force him to answer one question that exposes how long the abuse had been planned.
