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Wakanda Wuti

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Krimi
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 222

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Ireland beautiful, quiet and yet wild, right on the Atlantic - here lives Emily. She likes to read,meet friends, an average life. But she is content.That changes abruptly when she meets Pat,because she gets involved in a conspiracy, the extent of which you can not imagine. Exciting,mysteriously written is this thriller that will take you into a world from the near future.

Leseprobe

Ireland is beautiful, mountains, cliffs, sea all rolled into one. The people here are friendly, cozy, and party-loving. Life is quite pleasant. The south of the island holds many surprises. The area is shaped by the Gulf Stream. Subtropical plants such as palm trees, huge fuchsia hedges and rhododendron groves create a southern-looking atmosphere. Enchanting mountain landscapes, idyllic villages, crystal clear lakes, long sandy beaches and small fishing harbors make this region so picturesque. Emily lives here. Her little luck she calls her home. She is about 168 tall, with blonde short hair that frays cheekily in her round face. Her green eyes look big and astonished, matching her full lips and snub nose.

Emily frantically opens the door to her little house on the Atlantic Ocean. Later today she comes from the law firm she works for, there was a lot to do. It is getting dark, the wind is raging over the rocky, rugged coast and it is starting to rain. She hangs up her jacket and clears away the groceries while the tea starts to boil. She plops comfortably in her reading chair and reaches for her book: Miss Marple. Emily loves these crime novels and feels very connected to Jane Marple, as she is united by the curious Interest in criminal cases. With the tea smelling of cinnamon and oranges next to her on the small table, she begins to read.

"RUMMS!" a loud bang startles her, at the same moment the light goes out. Emily knows her way around her little home and lights a candle. A small kerosene lamp is on the fireplace for such cases, which she now lights. Then she goes to it Attic to see where the bang came from. It's dark and dusty up here. Suddenly there is a rustling behind her and something scurries loudly past her. "UAAHHHH! What was that?" A little shaky from being frightened, she wants to go back downstairs when she discovers traces in the dust in the lamplight - a cat! "She must have sought protection from the storm," mumbles Emily, but the animal is nowhere to be seen. "A bowl of milk will do her good," she thinks and puts one in the attic, then sits down in her soft armchair to read on.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Someone pounding on her door, demanding. She is probably not allowed to enjoy her thriller. She looks through the window and can only see a figure in a dark cloak. She carefully opens the door. "Pat! Come in!" He is Emily's neighbor who lives a little further up behind the hill. The wind has picked up strongly and Pat was still outside with his young dog before the storm really started. "He had a thunderstorm, then he just ran away." Pat is desperate his rain cape drips onto the floor. "We'll dry you first" Emily hands him a towel and hangs the cloak over the bathtub. "I have to look for him!" Pat wants to go right away. She hands him a sip of her tea: "I'll get us rain clothes". In her closet she still has clothes from her father, who died last year. She couldn't part with them, now they are helpful.

They both set off in rubber boots, the wind raging and the waves breaking against the rocks. The water lashes, the spray foams. Their calls die out almost silently, you can hardly hear yourself. "I think it's no use, he won't hear us" shouts Emily Pat. "Let's go". Exhausted, they walk into the house. Pat is close to tears: "Hopefully nothing will happen to him, he's still so small". Emily reassuringly hands him a hot cocoa with a shot of rum. "Don't worry too much, dogs are clever animals, he will have found shelter in the rocks in a moment tomorrow we go looking for him very early "

"Thanks, what would I do without you?" Sighs Pat.

He hasn't lived there that long, but he got along well with Emily. It is not easy for him to make contacts, he is rather calm and reserved. Pat never says a lot about himself or evades questions. Emily did that curious and so slowly a friendly relationship develops.

"I have to go home," Pat turns to the door. "With the weather? Out of the question, you can stay here," says Emily. He's someone who doesn't like arguing or discussing, doesn't like to argue, so stay he, she'll make him a bed, and then they'll go to sleep.

The smell of coffee and the smell of fried eggs fill the air as Pat wakes up. Emily smiles. "Come on for breakfast, then we'll go."

He looks at her secretly while she reveals everything. "She is beautiful" his thoughts revolve around Emily even during the meal. But immediately he suppresses the emerging feelings. He knows he shouldn't have her.

The sun squints through the clouds and reveals the chaos of the previous night. Things were washed up everywhere. Branches, seaweed, driftwood "and as a child even a message in a bottle" she is happy. Emily loves to look for these things after a storm , she decorates her house with it: "They tell interesting stories, I still write with the message in a bottle today," she says. Taciturn and withdrawn, he walks alongside her. A loud whine suddenly breaks through the background noise of nature. "There!" Pat runs off. On the ledge in front of the rock that protrudes into the sea, his dog tugs at something. Pat carefully climbs up to him. "Oh God, no! Out!" Emily hears him calling. "What's going on?" she calls back. Pat climbs back with his animal friend on a leash. "A corpse! Someone drowned there!" he stammered pale. They immediately call the Garda.

The blue lights and uniforms make Pat visibly nervous. "I have to go home, the dog needs his food," he whispers and off he goes. "Hello, you!" a detective stops him: "You still have to come to the station and make a statement, we already have your data." Emily comes to his aid: "All right. We'll be here this afternoon" take a walk home.

When they arrive at their house, they say goodbye and Pat disappears almost silently towards the hill. "Something is wrong", she thinks and Emily's curiosity is aroused. She makes herself something to eat and a tea. Since she doesn't know much about Pat , she sits down at her laptop and searches for what she can find about it on the Internet, but that doesn't help her because she finds: NOTHING! "That doesn't exist" she mumbles.

Then she does the dishes and tidies up a bit before she sets off to meet Pat at the station, where the hustle and bustle reigns, men in suits and serious faces run excitedly through the corridors, but Pat is nowhere to see. Emily starts to sniff around a little, listens to conversations, catches snippets of words. But nothing that will help her now. "Oh sorry," she is rudely bumped into. Two of the suit men lead Pat into a room, she wants to go after, but She is loudly and firmly denied access. But she is not a child of sadness and since everyone knows each other in the small town, she just asks Superintendent O'Malley. He just shrugs his shoulders "I don't know anything either, they are here just showed up, held their IDs under our noses and said they were now responsible ".

"Do you already know who the drowned man is?" she continues to drill. "No, he had no papers with him and face recognition is no longer possible, he has probably been in the water for some time. We have to wait until the autopsy is done and then evaluate the results, but I think they will nothing. He probably didn't drown, he had a big laceration on his head "replies O'Malley.

Emily doesn't really know what to think of it and first sits down on a chair in the hallway. Nobody takes any notice of her and just as she decides to leave, Pat stands in front of her. "Let's go, quickly!" He grabs her arm and pulls her out, "What's going on? What's this all about?" Emily breaks free and stops: "now tell me!"

"I can't! Please! Come on!" He conjures them softly. So they make their way to Pat's house, where they are greeted by happy wagging of their tails and Emily forgets her anger for a few minutes.

Pat puts scones and tea on the table "sit down, let's eat something, it's been a long day"

“Will you tell me now what's going on here?” She doesn't give up.

"Now have a cup of tea first," smiles Pat. Emily, takes a few sips of the fragrant herbal infusion. Then she suddenly falls asleep.

She wakes up in her own bed in the morning from a terrible noise, "MEOW" CHHHHH .... woof, woof "!

She quickly wants to rush into the other room to have a look, but the dizziness in her head makes her sink back onto the bed. After a few seconds she gets up slowly and now things are getting better. In her living room it looks like lightning has struck and Pat's little dog is chasing a cat across the room ... "STOOOOP!" Emily does not normally yell, she is a calm and patient person, but this dazed feeling and the sight of the room require a certain severity. The cat hunched over on the mantelpiece and the little dog comes running happily. Still completely confused, she first lets the cat out the house, then she sinks into her armchair. Just rest for a moment, get clear thoughts. After a few minutes she gets dressed and makes breakfast. As she spoons her cereal, her thoughts wander. "What is going on here? Who is Pat? " The whimpering of the little four-legged friend interrupts this abruptly: "Yes, my little one, you must go out, oh and I don't have any food either!" She puts on her jacket and opens the door. When she turns to call the dog, her eyes fall on the sack of dog food that is in the corner with the leash on it. She immediately gives the little one food and water, strokes about his fur "we should give you a name so that I can call you". When she gets to his collar, she discovers a small, closed metal tube on it, certainly the address label. She takes it off and puts it on the table, then they go for a long walk. "OHHHH that was good," says Emily when they get home Now she has to put things in order first. No sooner said than done, everything is back in its place. She brews a tea and sits down in her beloved armchair. The tube from the table doesn't leave her in peace, she tries to open it. But that is not that easy, after a long time and with a bit of butter it finally opens. There is a small scroll in it. Of course, her curiosity leads to her reading: "Dear Emily, please take care of Robby while I am away I will explain everything to you someday. Pat "

So her feeling was not deceived and something was really wrong, only it is not reassuring but rather raises questions. What does sometime mean? And how long will he be gone? Slowly she felt like she was in one of her crime novels: she still works a little, the day passes calmly, then she sits down in her reading chair and picks up her book.

"RUUUUMMMMSSS" there was that sound from the attic again. A cold chill runs down Emily's spine, but she goes to look anyway. When she opens the attic hatch, something flits past her again, when she shines the lamp in the corner, they looked at two glowing eyes, startled she hit the hatch zu. After a few seconds she carefully opens it again and lights up again "Phew! You again, how did you get in here?" It was tomorrow's cat. "Now that you two can't get along, one of you has to sleep outside." She let the cat out and went to bed.

The next morning Emily first has to sort things out, she calls her boss and tells him that she will be working from home for the next few weeks. Then she meets with O'Malley. Finally the autopsy results are there, but who is dead is further unclear. What is clear, however, is that he was shot, several bullets were removed from his chest and stomach before he was thrown into the water. The whole thing is becoming more and more confused. O`Malley asks. "He had to go away on business, I'll take care of his dog," says Emily. "Why? Has he done something?" O'Malley says no. Out of interest, he says. Somehow strange. Back at home, Emily once again tries to find some sort of lead on the Internet. She also uses the internal access to her work. She searches in court files and newspaper articles as well as in old police files. And there is it! A picture, much younger, but that's Pat, but the name underneath is unknown to her. John.

The day is drawing to a close and so she makes herself something for dinner. BUM! BUM! BUM! The door rumbles violently and Emily flinches. Somebody yells and pounds on the door, Emily picks up Robby and escapes through the back door, but she doesn't get far. A tall, broad man stops her attempt to escape and pushes her back into the house.

Whimpering, Robby falls to the floor. She feels a hand on her hair, her head is jerked back and the cold steel of a blade touches her neck. "Where is he?" the man whispers, "I don't know," she whimpers. "Who are you and what do you want?" The stranger roughly pushes her to the ground, "Tell me where he is!" He comes up to her and repeatedly grabs her hair. Emily crouches and repeats "I don't know". She is tied to the chair at her dining table, after which the stranger searches everything, but unsuccessfully I'll come back and tell you something "he threatens. As quickly as he came, he disappeared again.

After a seemingly endless time, Emily has managed to free herself from the bonds, she is shaking all over. Robby comes running, he too is completely frightened. Where did she get caught?

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! She winces fearfully. "Emily! Open up, it's O`Malley! She opens the door a crack." What's the matter, don't you ask me in? "Since she's still terrified, she answers" it doesn't fit now, I was just about to go to bed. "O'Malley has a keen sense and catches a glimpse through the crack in the door." That doesn't look like sleeping, "he replies," won't you tell me what happened? " lets him in and collapses crying.

He makes tea and examines the mess. His gaze catches on the ropes on the chair. "Was that pat?"

Amazed and confused, she looks at him "For God's sake, NO! Why should he do that?"

The superintendent sits down next to Emily: "Where is he? Who was that?"

Emily tells him everything, it's good that there is someone she can trust, she feels more secure. "But what are you doing here so late?"

"Someone gave an anonymous tip that you are in danger, I'll be off in a minute," he replies, "that was probably the right time, it looks like you're looking for something and haven't found it. Can you think of anything else?"

Emily says no. "It would be better if you would stay somewhere else. Tomorrow I'll take a look at Pat's house, would you like to come with me?"

"You could stay here and we will drive together tomorrow morning" she asks him. O'Malley agrees and she makes his bed for him.

At the breakfast table, Emily hangs over her thoughts. Who gave the hint? What is the stranger looking for from the previous evening? Who is Pat really, is he a murderer? Was she so wrong about him?

"I'd like the answers too," smiles O'Malley. "You'd be a good investigator." He's always been able to sense thoughts and it wasn't difficult with Emily, he'd known her since she was born. O'Malley was her father's best friend. Then they drive to Pat's house. The door is ajar. "Wait here," whispers the superintendent. He goes in quietly. After a few minutes he brings her in. "There's no one here, but everything is ransacked ".

It is furnished in a very spartan way, as if it were just a temporary shelter. Emily looks at everything in peace, as memories of the day the body were found flood into her mind. The men on the station, the scraps of words, but she cannot put it together. She has the feeling that something doesn't fit. "Did you discover something?" She answers O'Malley's question with a shake of her head.

Suddenly a sergeant rushes into the house "Superintendent! Superintendent!" He looks excitedly for the right words: "You fetched a woman out of the water, right over there. She's still alive!" Immediately, O'Malley and Emily rush to the place of discovery. The woman is injured, there are abrasions everywhere. She stutters: "The man, the man" then she passes out. "They take her to the hospital, if she can be questioned, call us!" is O'Maley's instructions. Then they drive back to the station. The paperwork has to be done and Emily makes her way to the court to request some files. While she is walking along the village street with Robby, she has the feeling of being watched. She hastily turns Turns around again and again. Suddenly, behind a tree, she sees someone standing. "Pat!" she calls and runs towards him. Once there, however, there is no one to be seen. She looks around, finds prints, but there are several so she cannot find anything certain. Still she feels followed all day. Back at the station, she tells "You stay with me for the time being, it's too dangerous to be alone," he decides, so they get some things and she gets a room at O'Malley's house.

"Afterwards we'll go to the pub, it'll distract you a bit," he shouts to her. Irish pubs have been an integral part of the lifestyle on the Emerald Isle for centuries. After work, people meet at the polished wooden counter to exchange news over a pint of Guinness and have deep conversations. The pubs are the stage for up-and-coming Irish bands performing in front of small audiences on weekends and a venue for family celebrations. And here you sit right at the source for all information.

Comfortably sipping her Guiness, Emily listened to the familiar noises and voices in the pub. Finally some normality. She enjoyed the atmosphere, relaxed when she arrived at her new home. Tired, she fell into bed. O'Malley also went to sleep, but he tossed uneasily back and forth, a bad dream: * cozy evening in the pub, sometimes not thinking about work, how nice he thinks when this idyll is suddenly interrupted by a roaring scream. A two-meter giant raged through the restaurant and roared deafening and not shut understand a name. He came directly towards him, closer and closer and louder and louder that his heart slipped into his pants. The roar turned into a ringing high tone, louder and louder ... * He started up, the doorbell rang. Cursing, he threw on his dressing gown and shuffled wearily to the door. Parts of the dream lingered after him: "Sergeant Mc Grady, what are you doing here so early?"

"The woman sir we pulled out of the water, she is dead" he fidgets. "Good morning Emily", "Good morning Sergeant, breakfast gentlemen?" She asks him in while O'Malley goes to his room to get dressed and puts coffee in front of him. "What is so urgent?" The early visitor looks around uncertainly. "I don't know if I can tell you," he points back to where the superintendent appears. "Yes, she may know everything," he nods. While they are having breakfast together, Mc Grady brings them both up The woman was taken to forensic medicine, the forensics department was already on site and the guard posted in front of the hospital's patient room has disappeared. The phone rings: "Hell, you have no peace at all" growls O'Malley and picks up the receiver. Silently and without facial expressions he listens to the speaker, then he hangs up. "We have to go, IMMEDIATELY!" Emily reaches for her sandwich and hurries to the car, "What happened?" wants to know. The superintendent explains: "The security guard was found, he was sitting in the middle of a field, completely confused, he couldn't articulate himself, presumably drugged. We're going to see him in the hospital."

When they get there, they are stopped by the emergency doctor: "He is not able to interrogate, he needs rest, he was pumped to the top with hallucinogens, that he is still alive is a miracle". The three turn around and O'Malley decides in to drive the forensic medicine.

They are already expected there. Sam, the coroner, impatiently pulls the three into a room. She whispers: "I don't know what's going on here and who I can trust." Emily, O'Malley and the sergeant look at her in disbelief: "I took blood samples this morning from the dead man and earlier from the security guard, now they are gone!" Mc Grady sweat flows down from his forehead. "Are you not feeling well?" asks Sam. "It's creepy and mysterious, I'm just a village policeman, fear creeps up on my neck," he stammered. Sam continued quietly: "I have already examined the samples and found something strange in them. Both of them had highly experimental substances get fed. " The superintendent decides to take new samples to document the results in black and white. So they go with Sam to the cold room where the dead are. "She's gone!" Completely horrified, Sam sinks into a chair, "How am I supposed to explain this to the boss?" Emily reassures her: "I'll take care of that, he wanted to go out with me anyway". She pulls out her notepad and writes something down. "What are you doing?" O'Malley takes the pad from her. But there are only letters and syllables with numbers. He looks at her questioningly. "Secret writing, no one can decipher it, I learned that from my friend in a bottle," she explains. "You probably never will You are grown up and incorrigibly romantic too "he laughs. She takes her pens and goes to the car. They arrive at the station in silence. Emily makes tea for all three and asks the sergeant if he would like to continue investigating. Of course he would like to bring together all of the facts that you have so far. That is a lot, but everything seems to have nothing to do with each other. You are stuck in a dead end. "Let's go home, it's late, tomorrow we'll surely come up with something "says Emily. So they go home.

Her curiosity and her sense of investigation make her sleep poorly. The snatches of words that she has caught, Pat's behavior, the suit men and then she has an idea. The pendant of Robby's collar, there must be fingerprints on it or DNA traces. She has to go back to hers House and fetch him. She sneaks quietly to the car. Robby whines and runs after her. Then O'Malley appears next to him: "Where are you going in the middle of the night?" he grumbles. "I have to get something, I know how we can get on," she replies. "And that doesn't have until tomorrow?" yawns the superintendent. "NO! It's important!" Emily is very determined. "Then I'll come with you, wait a moment" he pulls on his knitted sweater and off we go. She can already see the light in her home from afar. "I turned everything off," she thinks and walk the rest of the way. The door is ajar. When O'Malley wants to go in there is a clang at his feet, "What is that? Who is putting a glass bottle here?" Emily picks it up "Message in a bottle! How did it get here?" Inside everything seems untouched and nobody is there. She opens the bottle and fishes out a piece of paper: "My secret writing! Who knows about it? What's this here?" Both are at a loss. Then Emily looks for the address label, it is still in the drawer. She quickly puts it in her pocket. "Leave us behind, I have to decipher it!" she pulls the superintendent out of the house. Without a word they drive home. "But now we sleep!" O`Malley admonishes her, "you will not be of any help to anyone else". At the breakfast table, where the sergeant has also met, they discuss their next steps Events of the past few days suggest that they are being monitored, but why and by whom they continue to grope in the dark.

So they drive to forensic medicine. Sam is already waiting, she has set up a small storage room with a table and chairs so that they can talk undisturbed. Over a cup of coffee, she receives an update on the status of the investigation and what is going on. Emily gives her that Tubes and asks her to look for fingerprints and DNA, at the same time she has samples taken because she has finally touched it. "It will take a while, I can only examine it when everyone is off" Sam is very careful. Emily's answer sounds good : "That's not a problem, can I work with my laptop here? O`Malley, Sergeant you drive to the station, otherwise the three of us are constantly on the move. We'll meet on the beach tonight". The superintendent grins: " Yes, Miss Marple, you sound like your father, he was a good investigator and you would be too ". He hugs her and sets off. The two women are now devoting themselves to the picture of Pat in an old one Police files. Together they scour the internet and databases for a case called "John". However, they only find a small newspaper article with the name that talks about a hospital consortium, nothing spectacular. And yet Emily has an oppressive feeling. First she goes