After finishing her call with Hasle, Trubel spent the rest of the morning going over her notes to reorganize them. Being bedridden sucked the life out of her, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. It's not that she couldn't stand but there was a risk that her bones would bend and harden like that so it was better not to put too much pressure on any one bone. More or less the same applied to the stab wound, not like she couldn't move with it but she'd risk tearing her stitches so it was better not to. So she spent her time going over her notes.
The reinybashers acted randomly, as far as she could tell. There wasn't a pattern to when or where the attacks happened. It had been pure luck, whether good or bad, that she had stumbled on them the previous night, but she had learned something.
She had definitely recognized their voices, or what little of it she heard in their grunts of pain. They where probably from Brownsville but she'd met several Klaustreich and potential Klaustreich there when she and Charlie had been searching for the Grosersauger, so the list of suspects wasn't exactly short, but it was a start.
She'd hurt Claw man's arm, and Bat-man might have gotten a concussion, which would help narrow it down even more if she could check the suspects.
Oooor she could call Kathrine about it. She hadn't bothered to get her phone-number but that wasn't really a problem if you have the internet and their address, at leas for the landline, and since Kathrine seemed to always be home that should be enough...
"Twain residence, Kathrine speaking" She sounded nicer than she'd ever sounded when talking with Trubel, well, excluding the first time they spoke, for about half a minute.
"This is Trubel, I was wondering about the Reinybashers. Have you made any progress?" She paged through her notes again, making sure she hadn't missed anything.
"Not really, no. I asked most of the more violent Klaustreich I know about their alibis, but I still don't have anything conclusive."
"Well ask them about yesterday too, the stake out payed off."
"But they got away?" Kathrine's surprise was clear. Of course, Grimm had that kind of reputation, what with all the decapitations and people like Charlie who don't even care about who's guilty and who isn't.
"I tried to avoid killing them at first, then more pressing matters came up so I let them escape. One has and injured arm, possibly broken, definitely unusable, and another might have gotten a concussion."
"I see."
"I also recognized their voices, probably from when I asked around in Brownsville about a different case, so focus on the suspects who frequent the area." That was after she'd found a Grosersauger victim there. She hadn't managed to catch sight of it or even any 'large' people that day.
"Alright, is there anything else? I get that it's important and that I'm partly to blame since I won't just give you the information you wanted, but I have other things to do as well." on the other side of the phone Kathrine was tapping on her desk, or maybe the wall.
"Yeah, yeah, that's it. If you focus on the restricted suspect list it shouldn't take too long."
"I'll call you if I find something then."
"Good." Trubel hung up.
She turned on the TV and started transcribing more of the Grimm books but her mind kept wandering back to that Grosersauger victim she'd found, maybe because she'd almost ended up like that herself.
The TV was showing a report about a fire in a clothing store somewhere in the south eastern parts of town. She wasn't paying too much attention but it might have been within the area that the Grosersauger was active.
Again her mind wandered. The Grosersauger had been in the area at the same time as her, just minutes before she arrived it had killed someone and drained her bones.
The Grimm book she was working through mentioned a hunt from the 1780's where a Grimm caught a Blutbaten because he'd seen the guy shortly before discovering the carcass of a sheep. Not really an offense that justified chopping his head off though.
Who had she come across before she'd seen the corpse? There were the Klaustreich who were beating up that teen. Before then she'd seen normal people, no one particularly large, really...
No that's not not right.
There had been that guy from the bar, he was large, both tall and the muscular kind of fat. He didn't fit the pregnancy theory, but other than that he fit, right? Except he wasn't new to the area so he couldn't be the one Charlie had tracked.
The fire fighters arrived on scene too late to save the clothing store or the rest of that building but managed to contain the fire, leaving only minor damage to surrounding structures.
Trubel kept transcribing the book. Another hunt described hunting an Amarok, a hunt that ended when the Grimm and his guide Akiak got attacked by the Wesen and ran away. Akiak didn't make it.
After trascribing a few more entries she came across one where a Grimm had instantly suspecting a villager of being a Wesen. After investigation it turned out that she had been right and that the villager and his entire family had actually been Bauershwein. She described it as routine but noted it down as a reminder for future generations to trust their instincts because: "Even if you don't know why you're suspecting someone, a Grimm's instincts are usually right."
Putting away her computer she lied down in her bed, hopefully undoing any deformation of her bones caused by sitting, and let her thoughts go back to that big guy from the bar. Her instincts were telling her that something was up but if he wasn't new to town Charlie couldn't have tracked him there, so her instincts must have been wrong. After all, he knew Scott.
Except he had called Scott something else, hadn't he. He knew the bartenders name was Kevin, but Trubel didn't actually have a reason to believe he was right about that in the first place.
Deciding it was better to be safe than sorry she called Charlie.
Sorry for the late upload, I was sick last week. Not Covid, just a flu, but it still prevented me from gettin much done.