Dates of Death E-Book

Julia Dorn

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 101

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Dates of Death In the dark world of Hamburg, a group of unscrupulous women seduce men into seemingly uninhibited nights of lust via a dating app. But behind the tempting promises, death lurks. After each meeting, all that remains is an empty, bloodstained bed and the bodies of the victims. When Markus Lehmann, the brother of one of the victims, searches for the murderers on his own, he gets caught up in a dangerous game of seduction, betrayal and violence. But the women are always one step ahead of him, and Markus soon realizes that the deadly game is far from over. A gripping thriller that explores greed, power and the depths of the human soul.

Leseprobe

Title:Dates of Death

Author:Julia Dorn

Biography:

Julia Dorn was born in Hamburg in 1986 and

grew up in a city known for its dark corners and vibrant culture - a city that has never completely let go of her. After graduating

from high school, she decided to put her passion for exciting stories and deep characters at the center of her life. Instead of studying classical literature, she decided to

train in marketing, which helped her to think creatively and develop new perspectives on the world.

Her love of thrillers and dark, psychological

stories eventually led her to write herself. Julia Dorn is a passionate observer of human depths and uses her stories to reveal dark secrets and hidden motives.

In her free time, she loves to go out into nature to get away from the hectic pace of everyday life and to be inspired by the different facets of human behavior.

prolog

Hamburg, a cold December night The moon shone through the bare branches, while the chirping of crickets and the

cracking of branches broke the silence of the forest. The smell of gasoline hung in the air. A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class stood in the middle of a clearing, like a lost predator waiting to die.

Inside satTobias Möller, 34 years old, a well-dressed man with panic in his eyes. Sweat ran down his forehead, mixing with the traces

of blood on his cheeks. His hands were tied to the steering wheel with plastic cable ties. "Please! Please! You don't have to do this! I...

I'll give you everything you want!" Tobias stammered, his voice breaking as he stared at the four women in front of him. Svenja, the leader, a slim woman with ice-

blonde hair, stood casually next tothe car. They were holding a red gas can in their hands and grinning broadly. "Boy, shut up. Do

you think anyone cares about your damn money?" She poured a generous amount of gas over the hood.

“Hey, he’s crying like a little kid, man,” laughedLisa, who was standing next to him with a cigarette in the corner of her mouth. Her red curls gleamed in the moonlight. "He really thought he was going to have an orgy with us today. What a idiot, man." “Fuck it, hey. “We have to finish,” grumbledNadine, while she wiped the

passenger door with a cloth. "Fingerprints, man. Svenja, hurry up!" “Oh come on, Nadine, don’t be such a drama queen,” snappedCaro, who was leaning in

front of the car with her legs apart. "That guy is toast anyway. Or what do you think, Tobbi? Up for a little trip to hell?"

"Please... I have children! Two little girls!" Tobias' voice broke and his eyes filled with tears. "Please, let me live!"

Svenja raised an eyebrow and turned to Lisa.

"Did you hear that? The will to soften us up with the 'I'm a good daddy' thing." She laughed coldly. "Dude, Tobias, your girls will soon be wondering why daddy didn't have any money left for Christmas presents."

"Or why he smells like a grilled chicken," Caro added dryly, letting out an ugly giggle. Tobias screamed now. "You are sick! SICK! You can't -"

Svenja interrupted him, slammed the car door and leaned against the window with a look full of contempt. "Hey, hold it, or I'll feed you Lisa's cigarette, got it?"

"Do it, Lisa," said Nadine. "I'm fed up with standing around here." Lisa pulled a cheap lighter out of her pocket,

held it close to her cigarette and lit the flame with a soft click. With a smooth movement, she threw the burning match onto the pool of gasoline that had formed around the car.

The fire ignited immediately. Flames licked up the tires, red light danced on the women's faces. Tobias screamed at the top of his lungs,

his desperate face distorted by the flames behind the windshield. “Adios, asshole,” Svenja muttered, turned around and strolled down the forest path with the other women.

A loud bang ripped through the night as the car's gas tank exploded. The four women didn't even look back. Laughter echoed

through the darkness, sharp and cold like a knife.

Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins

Hamburg, a gray morning hour. The ringing of an espresso machine broke the silence in the small old apartment in St. Pauli.

Four women sat in the kitchen, each attractive in her own way, each with a smile that masked her dark thoughts. Svenja, the leader, sat at the head of the

table. Her short platinum blonde hair was neatly styled and her steely blue eyes surveyed the others with cool determination. She took a cigarette and blew the smoke

slowly into the air. "And where's next? Has anyone found the right one yet?" “Sure, I have a candidate,”Lisawhile she

sipped her cup of latte macchiato. Her cleavage was conspicuously displayed, as always. "Guy's name isJonas, 36, fit, successful, totally horny for a threesome."

She licked her lips and showed Svenja her cell phone. "I'm telling you, the guy is so horny, he'll easily bring us aa few big bills.”

“Fit and successful? Or just another idiot?” askedNadinedryly, without looking up from her laptop. She was the group's planner, the brain behind every coup. Her glasses slipped slightly down her nose as she looked at the man's profile on the screen. "Wait a minute... he's an entrepreneur, right?" Then I'll just

check how much he really has on his plate." Her fingers flew over the keys, and after a few seconds a detailed financial profile

appeared on the monitor. "Well, not bad. The guy earns a decent amount, but he still has debts. Still worth it."

“Great, then we’ll party again tonight,”

saidCaro, who burst into the door and boredly munched on a packet of chips. Her tousled hair and black leather jacket made her look

like the rebel of the group. "But please don't talk for as long as you did last time. I don't feel like driving around the city until three in the morning again."

Svenja ignored Caro's complaining and turned to Lisa. "How is it? Has hepromised?" Lisa grinned mischievously. "Of course, baby. He's so hot for me, he even suggested

bringing a bottle of champagne. I told him we'd meet here in the shared apartment at eight. Then we'll do the usual routine, right?"

"Sure," Svenja confirmed. "Lisa will wrap him

around her finger, Nadine will check whether he has anything else of value, and Caro will be ready. If everything goes well, he'll be history in an hour." “What if the guy fights back?” asked Caro and threw the empty bag of chips into the trash can.

"Then you do what you always do," Svenja said coolly. "Now shut up and get the car in order."

Caro rolled her eyes, but she nodded and disappeared towards the door. "That's fine," said Svenja, stubbing out her

cigarette in the overflowing ashtray. "We'll meet here at seven. Nadine, get the accounts ready. Lisa, put on something that will make

the guy even dumber than he already is.is. And I..." She grinned dangerously. "I'll get the tape."

The women laughed, each in their own tone,

and began to prepare for the evening. To the outside world, they were just four friends in a hip shared apartment. But beneath the surface, each of them was a hunter, and LustMatch was their perfect hunting ground.

Chapter 2: The Perfect Goal

Hamburg, late evening.

The flickering of the street lamps was reflected in the shiny body of a black BMW 7

Series that came to a stop in front of an old building in St. Pauli.Frank Lehmann, mid-40s, greying hair, expensive suit, got out and adjusted his cufflinks. A self-satisfied smile was on his lips as he checked the address. Upstairs in the shared apartmentLisahim through the gap in the curtain. "He's coming, man. Look at the way he claims, hey. He's the kind of guy who kisses himself in the mirror." Svjenatook a deep drag on her cigarette and grinned. "Well, perfect. Then get ready, Lisa. It's your turn to give him the show of his life."

"I always do that," purred Lisa, stroking her tight, low-cut black bodysuit. "This guy will be as soft as butter, believe me."

“Don’t do anything stupid,” growled Nadinefrom the couch where she was sitting with her laptop. "I checked the guy out. He

just closed a big deal yesterday. Account full. If we take him out, we'll be set for a while." “Well, until Svenja has a new guy on the hook,”Carodry while she opened the door to the kitchen. "But hey, when you cool it down, don't spill anything on the carpet. I don't feel like cleaning it up again."

"Shut up, Caro," Svenja hissed. "Come on, Lisa. Go down and get him. Be nice, be sexy -

and make him think he's the king of the world." Lisa grabbed a coat, touched up her lipstick and blew Svenja an exaggerated, lascivious

kiss. "Sure, Mom. Watch and learn how it's done."

A few minutes later, in the shared apartment.

Frank sat on the couch, a glass of expensive red wine in his hand, while Lisa snuggled up close to him. Your fingers strokeplayfully over

his thighs. Svenja and Nadine sat seemingly relaxed on the couch opposite, while Caro was busy in the kitchen.

"So, Frank," Lisa began in her velvety voice. "You really are a man of taste. Suit by Hugo Boss, shoes by Prada..." She bit her lip and laughed coquettishly. "And so charming too.

Do you have a secret?"

Frank leaned back and grinned smugly. "Oh, Lisa, I'm just a man who knows what he wants. Success comes from hard work, you know?"

“Wow, hey, the way he talks,” Caro murmured quietly from the kitchen.

Svenja ignored Caro and joined in the conversation. "Hard work, huh? And what do you want tonight?"

Frank winked at her. "Well, I thought I'd see what you lovely ladies have planned." Lisa laughed and sat on his lap. "Oh, we have a lot planned. You know why you're here,

right?" She reachedfor his glass and took a deep sip. Frank blushed. "Well... I was hoping we'd have a little fun, you know?" You guys are a damn hot bunch."

"Fun fact, dude," Svenja looked ahead and grinned. "We're not just hot. We're also unforgettable. Believe me, this will be an evening you'll never forget."

“Hey, Svenja, keep the tension high!” Caro called from the kitchen. “Otherwise the idiot will immediately realize that we are trying to rip him off.”

Frank frowned. "What did she say?" Lisa giggled and stroked his chest. "Oh, nothing. She always talks such crap. Come

on, let's make ourselves a little more comfortable."

Later that night.

Frank lay dazed on the carpet, his face red from alcohol and his thoughts confused. "You

guys are really... crazy,"he muttered as he tried to sit up. Svenja stands over him, her cold eyes fixed on him. "You know, Frank... you're just like the

others. A horny guy who thinks he can buy anything."

"W-what?" he stammered, but before he knew it, Lisa was behind him. She quickly pulled a plastic bag over his head and pulled it tight. "I'm sorry, Frankie," Lisa whispered. "But you're not the one having fun here." Frank struggled, but Nadine was already

there to tie his hands with cable ties. Caro came over and laughed dirty. "Hey, he looks like a fish in a net, man."

Svenja calmly lit a cigarette. "Finish him off and pack everything up. I don't feel like hanging around here any longer." The last thing Frank heard was Lisa’s

mocking whisper: “Well, was the date worth it?”

Chapter 3: The Last Breath

Hamburg, midnight.

Franken's movements became weaker. The plastic bag around his head was tied tightly,

his panting was the only sound in the room, apart from his occasional cooking of the women.

“Hey, look at that,” laughedCaroand leaned