Dear Diary
The war did such dreadful things to those left behind.
Maiden Creek, lovely wine – odd people, disturbed, sad - a legacy of the war and hatred of another race – in this case German.
Remarkable how the cells at Maiden Creek are the same as those at City South! Anyway, I digress, the woman who ran the hotel hated the Voigt family so much, her husband and son both died in the war and she blamed the Voigt family – after all they were German and their son's returned having fought for us ... I felt so sorry for her, she was heartbroken, she lost everything and so to her all Germans were the same. When Oskar found out, or thought he found out what had happened to his father the doctor took it into his own hands to stop him speaking to me. The doctor had also lost his son in the war and to a greater extent I think he, more than anyone, understood Valma, the hotelier, and wanted to protect her. It's all terribly sad. Oskar's father was rumoured to have taken his own life but in reality he was murdered. I really don't want to go too deeply into the case it's too depressing – all murders are but this one in particular saddened me, the ongoing effects of war.
Poor Jack, I had to call him in to help – I have no idea how he got it past the commissioner, it's not in his jurisdiction – but he did, and got his hat shot off in the process! With a snake in my room and my pistol disappearing, I really needed more ... backup? Someone with, dare I say it, more authority than me.
We solved the case but as the weeks and months go on I am discovering so much more about Jack.
Diary, he can speak and read German, so many layers to my Inspector, yes, I have decided he is my Inspector. I look forward so very much to uncovering more of his hidden talents.
I bought him a new hat, to replace the one shot off among the vines. He looks very dapper with it set slightly tipped.