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- Herausgeber: Al-Mashreq eBookstore
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Doc. Turner Series
- Sprache: Englisch
Doc Turner's Kidnap Cure by Arthur Leo Zagat is a riveting thriller that blends medical expertise with high-stakes crime. When a brilliant but eccentric scientist, Doc Turner, creates a revolutionary cure for a rare and deadly disease, he becomes the target of a ruthless kidnapping plot. As the stakes rise and the danger escalates, Turner must use his intellect and resourcefulness to evade his captors and protect his groundbreaking discovery. With each twist and turn, the suspense builds, leading to a thrilling climax that will keep you guessing until the final page. Will Doc Turner manage to outwit his enemies and secure the cure, or will his breakthrough be lost forever?
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Doc. Turner's Kidnap Cure
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Doc Turner knew from Klingel's mute wretchedness that human wolves were preying on Morris Street once again... But he didn't foresee that a piece of paper and a drug-injection would nearly make him cold beef on a butcher's block!
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DOC TURNER saw that the man's fat-swollen hands were quivering as they pressed down hard on his sales counter. The silver-haired druggist was dwarfed by the other's massive frame, magnified as it was by the white butcher's apron confining it. Otto Klingel was big-paunched, double-chinned, balloon-cheeked, but the usual ruddiness of his rotund jowls was a doughy yellow-white, and behind the china-blue glaze of his small eyes, little lights crawled that were tiny candle-lights of some marrow-melting dread.
Doc finished wrapping the bottle of bromo seltzer, shoved it across the counter. "Ten cents," he said.
Klingel jumped as if a gun had been fired in his ear, peered wildly about him. Then he had pulled himself together with visible effort, was shoving sausage-like fingers into a pocket under the apron. His hand came out—and coins splattered on the counter, the floor, rolled away to clink against dusty show cases.
"Ach!" the big man erupted. "Ach, sooch an Esel!" He started to bend to the spilled small change...
"Wait!" Turner stopped him. "Abie will pick them up for you." His voice rose. "Abie!"
"Oy! Here I am." The undersized, swarthy, Semitic-featured urchin shoved through the shabby curtain filling the doorway to the prescription counter. Doc motioned wordlessly to the scattered coins, keeping meanwhile his puzzled look on Klingel.
"What is it, Otto?" the old pharmacist asked softly. "What's the matter?"
"Madder?" the butcher splurted. "Haff you nod seen vot der madder iss? Haff you not all veek seen dem dere?" His columnar arm jerked stiffly toward the drugstore's open door, gesturing across the teeming bustle of Morris Street.
"El" pillars framed a drab tenement-house front otherside the rubbish-strewn clamorous gutter. The building's street floor was a butcher shop, behind whose gleaming window, red sides of beef were impaled on rows of hooks and pink-fleshed chickens were appetizingly arranged on a white marble floor. Plump, brown hares hung in a wind-ruffled string to one side of the doorway. A picture of cleanliness and prosperity that shop, quite incongruous in the slimed and poverty-riddled slum.
A man dashed across its front, back and forth, with a strange, hurried ferocity. He rushed along the sidewalk, wheeled abruptly opposite the butcher's door, threw himself past the shining window, spun and ran back again to twist and repeat the maneuver over and over again with monotonous, savage persistence.
