​A Killer And His Witness E-Book

Alfred Bekker

• Herausgeber: Alfredbooks
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 82

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

One phone call changed everything... And there was a manace in the dark... ..................... ..................... A Thriller by Alfred Bekker.

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Alfred Bekker

​The Killer And His Witness

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​The Killer And His Witness

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​The Killer And His Witness

The main characters of the novel:

Thomas Hansen - a used car dealer.

Katja Hansen - his wife.

Marc Hansen - his son, who will have trouble getting his Abi.

Kalli Radowski - his employed master mechanic.

Heiner Mahn - an apprentice at the Hansen dealership.

Jörn Brandes/The caller - comes from Thomas' dark past in the service of the Stasi.

Bremshey - a detective.

Grameier - his reinforcement.

Policeman - he has to deliver bad news.

1

Bartels made a grim face and turned red. Jörn quickly slammed the receiver onto the fork, but it was too late.

"Listen..." Jörn Brandes started quite weakly and raised his hands defensively.

"No, now you're listening to me, little boy! And word for word, clear?"

What kind of question? Jörn knew all too well that he would have no choice but to listen to his employer if he wanted to keep the job. He took a deep breath while Bartels walked around the sales counter of the small shop for surfing accessories.

"If I catch you talking privately from that phone again, you're out! Got it?"

"Yes...", Jörn murmured.

"Put this behind your ears!"

"Won't happen again."

Bartels made a throw away hand movement and laughed hoarse.

"Yes, that's what you said the last time," he moved gallantly.

"Honestly," Jörn replied.

He knew Bartels well enough to know that his anger would subside if he was not resisted.

Bartels scratched his bald head. Then he took his right hand and held Jörn's index finger pretty close under his nose. A sign that it was really serious, Jörn knew so much.

"I gave you a chance, Jörn!"

"Yes, I know..."

"Yes, but you don't appreciate it, damn it," Bartels cried then suddenly.

That's good, thought Jörn. He lets off steam! Maybe the seizure would end faster then!

"Mr. Bartels, I know very well what you have done for me," Jörn mumbled meekly into a break.

Bartels lifted his short, strong arms to where something like a waist had certainly been many years ago, shook his head silently and with swelling eyes and then finally said in a muffled tone: "Jörn, I am a good-natured guy, but every good-naturedness has its limits, you know?

"Sure."

"And I've reached the limit now."

"Mr. Bartels..."

"If I catch you once more with the listener in my hand, then you will fly in such a high arc that you may not even be able to imagine it now!

Jörn nodded.

I said, "It won't happen again."

Bartels nodded now, too, but seemed anything but convinced. He knew Jörn too well for that.

"You haven't really awarded the new surf suits yet either! I wonder what you're actually doing all the time here - except making the phone calls, of course," Bartels then added. But that sounded much more conciliatory. Almost friendly.

Thank God, Jörn thought. That would be over again.

"I'll go to the suits immediately," he hurried.

"I would also like to have advised you.

A moment later Jörn was at the stand with the surf suits and stuck on price tags. But with his thoughts he was only half there.

Bartels asked: "Who did you talk to on the phone this time?"

"Nobody important!"

"Another number in the new federal states?"

"No, a local call", Jörn lied.

"Say something...", Bartels suddenly printed around.

"Yes?"

"Do you have any problems or something?"

Jörn shook his head.

"No, why?"

"It was just a question."

"I'm fine."

"Well, then..."

"Really!"

Bartels nodded thoughtfully. "If something is, then you can tell me, you know that!"

"Yes.

Bartels wanted to turn around and walk towards the storage room, but Jörn's voice made him pause.

"Mr. Bartels..."

"Yes?

"Maybe not a good moment to come with it, but..."

Bartels sighed. "Well, come on, on the table with it!"

"I urgently need some vacation!

"Again?"

"Yes.

2

"No!"

"Jörn!"

"No!"

"Wake the fuck up!"

He was bathed in sweat and when he opened his eyes now, he looked as if he had just returned from a visit to hell.

"It's all good," Lisa said, breathing audibly.

"You were just dreaming again!

Jörn nodded slowly, almost like in a trance. Then he drove his hand over his face and sat up.

"Another nightmare," she asked.

"Yes."

"You haven't had one for a long time! How is it that they are back now?

Jörn smiled matt.

You just didn't notice them, Lisa! he thought bitterly.

But they were never gone, these dreams. Never!

He asked: "What time is it?

"Ten o'clock."

He jumped up and began to get dressed.

"What's the matter?" she asked, shaking her head. "Which tarantula has stung you now, if I may ask!

His look said: "But you may not ask!

His mouth formulated it a bit friendlier.

"I have a lot to do," he said laconically. With those thoughts he seemed to be very far away.

She frowned and stroked her curly hair back. "You're on vacation," she said.

When he buttoned up his shirt, he suddenly looked at her and said, in passing: "I haven't gotten to talk to you about it yet...".

Now a suspicious undertone mingled with her voice. "What are you actually talking about?

"I'm going away for some time."

"It's nice that I experience that too!"

"I'll tell you now," he said, shrugging his shoulders.

She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"And how long this time?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know yet..." he murmured absently and then drove his flat hand over his face.

"And you probably don't intend to tell me where you're going either."

He shrugged his shoulders and seemed to be looking for the right words. He didn't find them. Instead Lisa said something.

"What are you actually thinking? We live together, but you don't really let me participate in your life!

He avoided her gaze. "Don't talk such nonsense!"

"It's true!"

"It won't take long. A week maybe."

She sighed, "It's something crooked you're involved in, isn't it?"

"Nonsense!"

"Then why don't you tell me?"

He was silent.

And she said: "Well, then!"

"It's different than you think," he replied weakly.

"Besides..."

She looked at him examining.

"Besides what?" she asked.

"Come on, stop it!"

3

When it rang, Kalli Radowski raised his head.

"Telephone, huh," said Heiner, the trainee, while Kalli nodded slowly.

Kalli got up and looked at the jacked up VW.

"You put on the tires," he muttered and then moved towards the unsightly glass box that served as the Hansen dealership's office.

An office that hadn't been occupied for a week because the office worker had a child. Since then, complete chaos has reigned here.

It rang again.

Kalli hurried, pushed the door open, then almost stumbled over the castors of the swivel chair and finally reached his destination.

He pulled the listener off the fork and groaned down his text: "Hello? This is car dealership Hansen. Kalli Radowski on the phone. You wish?

"Can I speak to Mr. Hansen?", croaked the other side of the line.

Kalli took a deep breath and tried desperately to put the voice of the caller somewhere.

But he simply didn't want to come up with a customer to whom she would have fitted.

In any case, she sounded quite dissatisfied - and that, together with the fact that the man wanted to speak to the boss, could only mean bad. Probably a complaint or something.

Kalli used the next two seconds to arm himself internally.

"Hm... The boss", he said stretched.

"Yes," the other said with a frosty undertone.

Kalli shrugged his shoulders.

"So... Maybe I can help you too, sir...

What was your name again?

The caller pretended not to have heard the last one.

"Is Mr Hansen there?" he asked completely unmoved.

"Listen..."

"Yes or no?"

The caller's voice had the sound of metal and shattering glass.

Kalli swallowed.

He gave in, although the boss had expressly ordered him to keep calls as far away from him as possible and to take care of them himself.

"All right, I'll take a look...," he growled, put the receiver on the messy desk and ran to the door with two sentences.

"Boss? After a short break he shouted for the second time: "Chief?

"What is it?", echoed somewhere the annoyed voice of Thomas Hansen himself.

"A call!

"You do that, I've got work to do!"

"I'm not good enough for him!"

In the workshop hall somebody dropped a wrench, a sound that echoed several times on the bare concrete.

"I'm coming," Thomas Hansen shouted.

And Kalli, meanwhile, grumbled to himself half-loud: "The customer is king! Then he went to the telephone. "Hello? Still there?

"Yes."

Such an arrogant sack! it went Kalli thereby by the head. But that was the way it was when you wanted to sell something: Always be friendly, no matter how much it stank you.

"The boss comes immediately", Kalli announced with a businesslike polite tone and the guy on the other side seemed to be satisfied with that.

Anyway, he didn't return anything and Kalli thought that was a good sign.

The door opened and then slammed shut with a clattering sound.

"Who is it?" whispered Thomas Hansen, late forties, strong and still with full hair, which, however, had got a distinct grey cast in recent years.

Kalli also whispered.

"No idea!"

"Probably the treeber," Thomas suspected. "His car should have been ready by last week!

Kalli grinned.

"Well, then: Have a good time!

Thomas pulled his face and picked up the phone.

"Hello?

"I'm still going to the Röder's car, okay?" Kalli shouted in between as he turned to leave.

Thomas nodded barely.

"Okay!"

While Kalli left the office and slammed the door behind him, Thomas mumbled into the telephone receiver: "Autohaus Hansen. Who's speaking, please?"

Break.

No answer.

Only the regular breathing of a person could be heard through the handset.

"Are you still there?" Thomas asked impatiently. "This is Thomas Hansen speaking. What would you like, please?

Break.

Nothing happened. But there was someone on the other side, there could be no doubt about that.

Then it clicked.

The conversation was over.