Eager to dump the painstaking identification of an adult male skeleton dug up in the woods on Mario, Heldt jumps on the claim from acquainted maverick senior Alfred Sieling who belied having photographed, while bird-watching, what may be the stabbing of his annoyingly-noisy, eccentric neighbor, painter Arno Limpinski, whose in-living muse Zoé Knaup only reports him missing after pushy gutter reporter Ulf Hund prints his sensationalist version. While commissioner Grün assesses Arno's excusive gallerist-dealer, Heldt treats Julia Tietz to a picnic and stumbles upon a complex of identity questions which ties the cases. * . etwa verknallt?
—KGF Vissers