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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
Christmas Eve of 2012, somewhere in Germany. An armored car of the Bundesbank is raided in a forest. Three witnesses escaped after a civil war scenario. The team leader of the Bundesbank Dr. Hallmayer rushed the unwanted witnesses to death; finally the bills of the Neue Deutsch Mark flew through the winter air and Dr. Hallmayer wanted to be the next "Chancellor" of Germany...
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BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 MunichNew Deutsch Mark
Marinella Charlotte van ten Haarlen
New Deutsch Mark
Crime story
English edition
This book has been published with kasaan media publishers
All Copyrights by Marinella Charlotte van ten Haarlen, 1980-2018
ISBN: 978-3-96593-062-9
Edition: November 2018
All Copyrights by Marinella Charlotte van ten Haarlen, 2012
Bremen / Nîmes, 2011/2012
This is a novel. The events depicted herein are fictitious.
The historical events are purely coincidental. They meet the storyboard of this book. These have very little or even nothing at all to do with the reality of living or deceased persons. That would of course be inferred. It is just based on the former and historical circumstances.
Hillbrow, Johannesburg, Transvaal Gauteng, South Africa
Puerto de la Cruz, Tenerife, Reino de España
For my parents,
my siblings
A.A. and J.F.
Christmas Eve, 2012
Somewhere in Germany
Banknotes of all kinds swirled together with the falling snowflakes through the cold wintry air. Some of these notes were still burning and smoldering. They lighted in the glide, fluttered like a candle passing through the night sky. Behind him, Rafael Konz heard numerous explosions, followed by shots from an automatic weapon. For seconds the fire was returned. Then it stopped. Several cascades hit very close to him in the frozen green moss. It splashed for moments.
No rest came at a crime scene. The shots were very inaccurate. It seemed like an exercise in a German army operation.
In minutes he was hiding behind a fallen tree trunk, looking back every now and then.
From the street penetrated a bright light into the forest, it reached to the glade where he lay.
The architect began to collect some of the bills that were only charred on the edge, just before they fell on the ground. In the moonlight he could dimly see the colors, the drawings seemed strange to him.
The paper felt soft and grippy, as if manufactured of cotton.
More thoughtful, he put the notes into his right pocket.
A foul odor, like of a corpse, spread.
A blue-green flare lit up in the sky; again Konz threw himself on the ground. This was icy hard frozen, silent, he cried out, he gritted his teeth, under - expressed the cry of pain. The darkness made the forest into a non-inscrutable labyrinth in which he was afraid to run.
Even greater, however, was the possible danger of falling into the hands of criminals. In the spirit of trying the facts that he still remembered, he concentrated for a few seconds.
What happened?
He wanted to leave no detail at a later date in his witness statement. None of the men could he describe; they wore uniforms, snowsuits of the Bundeswehr. The figures that played the robbers looked like clones from another universe. Certainly it was not his creation.
From where did the perpetrator have the suits?
Konz knew this well from his time with the mountain-brigade. One of the unknown offenders acted on an Enduro from BMW.
This bike had jumped off one of the sloping embankments.
Like many years before, a stuntman whom he had known that dominated such tricks.
Even in the crazy flight, the driver fired a bazooka.
Konz had only seen the beam, then a flash.
For a moment, the architect was blinded. The thick, black smoke that followed dragged up like in a chimney.
Several stun grenades were exploding. In this moment he saw his former captain in front of him, who had at one - time spent hours telling stories that he had so accidentally snapped onto. In 1999, it was just off England, happened in the Strait of Dover, that a cargo ship was the victim of piracy.
Out of nowhere appeared the perpetrators, as the men disappeared into nothingness. As they left the ship, they had made a £ 6 million job within minutes. No one saw the phantoms ever again. Of the prey, he did not know if even a touch of a track was found, which nourished the suspicion that government agencies were involved in the raid.
Konz smiled and rubbed his neck.
Close he heard footsteps, then the asthmatic wheezing of a dog that barked shortly.
How quickly the sniffles-unit had arrived?
It alienated the athletic young man, although it made sense to him.
He thought about the short detachments of the German security apparatus and was shocked again. Maybe the rumors were right.
Everything frightened him.
It was a juggernaut without end.
Perhaps they were also in the vicinity when the crime happened and just been added later into the situation.
The noise went away. Only the howling of the wind could be heard. On the road car doors were banged. Someone called out; the wind carried the words away.
As a white cloud rose on the breath of Konz, it wavered for a moment on a branch before it disappeared completely.
The smell of burnt hair mixed with the molten rubber and plastic smoldering, it scorched the air close.
A light bar from one of the many vehicles that were involved in the raid flickered in the wind. Loud cries came through the forest, and then fell silent immediately.
A single shot was fired, it echoed repeatedly. One of the vehicles that had been shot in the raid earlier dumped in a little valley, just below the road where the act itself had taken place. Dense smoke rose up, spread out in the treetops. A fire lit up somewhere again.
Konz ran, he gasped, trying to rest. He leaned against a tree for a few seconds, holding on with the right hand firmly on the icy bark.
The hoarse barking of dogs in the darkness went away again for a moment. But he could smell the animals.
The stream snaked a few yards to the right under an oak tree somewhat away. Konz would follow the course, it went uphill there.
If he should run just long enough in the narrow water channel, his tracks would even be blurred for the dogs. Then he prayed.
In the water, the crowd could not smell, he said every second to himself. On the snow -covered edges the water was frozen.
Thick icicles had formed on the laterally projecting firs.
A few hundred meters further on was a stone weir from the imperial period, which was not in operation for years. Before the following dam, large mounds of ice layers always formed. Previously, when he was still in school, he had walked there often with his first girlfriend, Silke.
The path led into a wide open field, where they had kissed so intensely. He always remembered the way. For a moment he felt warm and safe and then returned hard to cruel reality.
What probably happened to the lovely Silke and her crazy dreams to open up beach bar in Greece? For a moment, the architect had to grin even in this situation, thinking of the many freckles that once were covering Silke's face.
He thought of her finely curved mouth and thin long hair, which had always been very annoying to her.
Greece … for seconds he was hot again … had been badly battered in the past year.
He saw the demonstrations on the square in front of the Parliament, normally observed by thousands of tourists in a year; the Parade, changing of the guards took place.
