Having been raised in a male dominated society, Herr Hauptmann Klein was a bit taken aback by this female. Up until now, he assumed the lady was either a servant or a mistress of the Count von Sachsen. His appearance must have been incredulous. Women do not speak unless spoken to and they most certainly do not conduct criminal investigations even if the investigation was ordered by the Holy Father himself.<br/><br/>Captain Klein looked at Max von Sachsen, searching for assistance. The French Count of Burguney simply smiled a coy little smile and gestured as if saying, "answer the lady's question." Captain Klein allowed a few more seconds to elapse in silence. Max cleared his throat, "I believe the lady's questions were not out of place. They were logically phrased and in excellent Latin dialect." Latin was a common language to most of noble birth on the European continent.<br/><br/>"Yes, sir!" Captain Klein finally regained his composure. "You are absolutely correct, sir. I am unaccustomed to a woman conducting this form of inquiry. I'm sure it just set me off balance. Please forgive me." He smiled attempting to appear congenial.<br/><br/>The Captain adjusted himself quickly, looked at Frau Romano, "my lady," he addressed with a slight bow. "Please forgive my indiscretion. I do not mean to belittle your capabilities. All of the weapons were accounted for. The weapons did not show signs of blood. We accounted for nine shots fired from eight pistols. There are no blood drippings on the floor and we have even recovered six of the projectiles. They are badly mangled, show no signs of having passed through a corporeal being; no blood or tissue. Not even fragments of cloth. I must assume that none of the shots impacted with anything but the rock of this rather magnificent structure. The one thing I did find odd, was that the corpses of the soldiers were occasionally with their pikes and in three instances, the pikes were at distances greater than 20 feet from their masters."<br/><br/>"You find this odd, Herr Klein?" Max could hear something in his voice. "Please excuse me, Herr Hauptman."<br/><br/>"No problem, mein herr," the Captain reassured." He looked at Max, then briefly at Francesca. "If they had been using their weapons, the weapons would have either been in their hands or at least within arm's length. They would not have dropped them and ran off to die someplace else. These are not conscripts. These are highly disciplined and professional Austrian soldiers!" Captain Klein stated the last sentence with emphasis and increased volume. He wanted to impress upon the investigators' the high training and discipline of the men.<br/><br/>Max nodded his head. He removed his cap toyed wtih the strap. "There was one man who survived. What was his name? and can we speak to him?"<br/><br/>"Klaus Jurgens, Herr von Sachsen," the captain stated promptly. "He is currently in the infirmary in the castle. And yes, you may both speak with him. If you will, please follow me. I will lead you to him."<br/><br/>As the three walked out of the Cathedral and headed back toward the castle, "the puncture wounds you found on the deceased' necks? Can you account for these?"<br/><br/>While walking, Captain Klein spoke, "Each of the seven men had these puncture wounds on their necks. The holes were just over an inch apart. It appeared as though five of the deceased had different holes and two sets of pairs were exactly the same."<br/><br/>"Pardon?" Max didn't quite understand what Klein was talking about.<br/><br/>"Well, assuming these punctures were made by some sort of weapon consisting of two parallel pins or spikes. Five of these weapons were of differing sizes. If they were made of iron, they were obviously handmade and of differing distances apart. This suggests to me at least that there was more than one attacker. Given that the attackers fought against and defeated eight of the Emperor's finest soldiers, it had to be multiple attackers. Does that clarify for you?"<br/><br/>"Yes sir, very much." Max thought about that. There had to have been at least five vampires in on this heist. He looked a Francesca with a worried grimace. He still didn't know where to look for the assailants.<br/><br/>"Let me get this straight," Max continued as they stepped inside the castle. "The men died inside the cathedral, yet there is hardly any blood droppings? How can you account for that?"<br/><br/>The Captain stopped in his tracks, turned and looked into von Sachsen's eyes. "Sir, that is why you are here. All seven men were drained of their blood yet none of the blood can be accounted for. Where did their blood go?"