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Lisa Becker and Fabian Zonk are dealing with a young man from Marzahn who evidently has shot himself. Both forensic medicine and CSI agree. But Lisa suspects that the boy is actually the victim of a malicious trick. A shorty mystery from Berlin with Lisa Becker and an almost perfect murder. This book is DRM-free!
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Russian Roulette
A Lisa Becker Short Mystery
by Falko Rademacher
© 2015 by Falko Rademacher, 13597 Berlin
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, would be purely coincidental.
Also by Falko Rademacher
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A Suitcase Full of Blood
American, Die
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Dead Beauties
The Vampire from Berlin
A Lisa Becker Short Mystery
The 30-Year-Old Man Who Fell Out the Window and Died
The Cat’s Calling
Russian Roulette
Contents
Death by the Wuhle
Little Moscow
Boris
Tatjana
A shot in the twilight
Epilogue
Death by the Wuhle
Anyone who doesn’t live in Berlin tends to know only of the rivers Spree and Havel that run through the city. But there are a few tributaries that deserve attention. There's the Dahme, coming from Brandenburg and trickling into the Spree. Pankow owes its name to the Panke, a creek that served, first and foremost, as a drain pipe during Berlin's settlement history. And one should not forget the Wuhle. It mainly flows through the boroughs of Marzahn and Köpenick in the east of the city. The Wuhle lends its name to a rather aggressive fan club of the FC Union, the Wuhlesyndikat. Apart from that, it has no apparent function. It’s not a special river, if we are honest, but has its highlights. For example, the Wuhle also runs through the Garden of the Reclaimed Moon, the largest Chinese garden of Europe. Very pretty.
Even prettier than the corpse, which was found on the bank of the river Wuhle one day.
„Dimitri Kirov, 17 years old“, Fabian Zonk introduced the corpse to his partner Lisa Becker. „Found two hours ago by a group of Nordic Walkers.“
„Finally, a body found by someone else and not always by these annoying runners“, grumbled Lisa and sipped from her cardboard cappuccino cup. „They are the schmucks with their ski poles, right?“
„The very same“, confirmed Fabian and nodded towards the four middle-aged women who had made themselves comfortable in one of the standby police cars. The two chief inspectors of the Berlin LKA 1 found themselves surrounded by a dozen state officials: One half in uniform, the other half in the snow-white overalls of CSI and forensic medicine. Lisa and Fabian were the only ones looking like normal people. Well, they and the deceased did.
„Seventeen?“ Lisa sighed. „The youngest corpse I have ever seen.“
She looked at the young man, feeling even sadder. He was pleasant to look at, this Dimitri Kirov. This was still quite evident, even though now a bullet was lodged in his brain and a little bit of blood had leaked out of the entrance hole, dried and glued to the grass growing on the banks of the small river. They found themselves in the middle of Marzahn’s no-man’s-land. The area was surrounded by bushes and trees; however, wherever you looked, you could enjoy the view of the slightly futuristic and slightly bizarre sight of the overpowering prefabricated high-rise tower blocks, notorious for this city district.
„Classic suicide, I’d say“, asserted Fabian and pointed at the hand of the deceased holding the gun. „In any case, it’s what Lamprecht says, that everything indicates a suicide: Bullet angle, gunshot residue, the position of the weapon in the hand of the deceased.“
„Where is Lamprecht?“ Lisa asked, looking around for the chief of forensic medicine.
„He’s already left. A Hell's Angel has split the head of a Bandido with an axe in Reinickendorf.“
„Never a dull moment in our picturesque village, huh?“
„Where have you been all this time? I've been here already for an hour.“
„This is Marzahn, which is virtually another climate zone to Kreuzberg.“
„I live in Spandau, which corresponds to a world trip.“
„If we lived together, we could always drive to work together “, Lisa said with a wry look. “But apparently that would impose an intolerable restriction on your freedom.“
„Lisa...“
„After nearly three years.“
„Look...“
„What?“
Fabian hesitated. „Uh... nothing, really.“
„You know, you are not as tasty anymore as you used to be, old chap“, said Lisa.
„I am well tasty“, Fabian replied confidently and gave her a kiss, which he never did at work.
Yes, he is, Lisa mumbled to herself. I guess, soon I won’t be able to say this about myself anymore, as matters stand.
Little Moscow
„I cannot decide“, said Fabian as they climbed out of his Hyundai and looked around. „Is it cool to live here or the saddest thing in the world?“
The area was Marzahn undiluted: A huge, flat wasteland full of high-rise buildings that had been tipped over. Prefabricated buildings were characteristic not only for the East, after all, there was Gropiusstadt in Neukölln and Märkisches Viertel in Reinickendorf - high-rise developments from prefabricated components, cobbled together quickly and cheaply. The difference was essentially, that in the East with its vast spaces, buildings weren’t built upwards, which is why the residential lock-boxes didn’t resemble towers, but blocks, meaning they were much wider than high. There were so ridiculously many, that one was tricked into believing that in this district alone at least ten million people were living. In fact, there were only a hundred thousand.
Lisa looked up at the house in which Dimitri’s parents lived, an orange-colored, eleven story high monstrosity without a soul.
„I couldn’t stand it here“, she said, „but then again - we are hardly ever here. There are no felonies in Marzahn.“
„MarZAHN“, Fabian corrected her pronunciation. „It’s not like marzipan.“
„Leave me alone. You sound like the people at home.“
„In Kreuzberg?“
