The Humane Killer E-Book

Wilfried Kriese

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Elentlessly the Humane Killer murders handicapped and sick people whose lives in the eyes of his clients are not worth living. At the end, the killers justification is outrageous and plausible at the same time. This thriller is the authors call for opposition to euthanasia, which is globally gaining more and more acceptance.

Leseprobe

THE HUMANE KILLER

TitelseiteMURDER IN AN OLD PEOPLE’S HOMEMURDER OF A VICTIM OF AN ACCIDENTMURDER OF A MONGOLOID BOYTASTE AND EVERY PURSEMURDER OF A CANCER PATIENTMURDER OF A SICK, BUT SATISFIED HOUSEWIFECopyright

Wilfried Kriese

THE HUMANE KILLER

Mauer Verlag

Wilfried Kriese

72108 Rottenburg a/N

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Cover Layout: Wilfried Kriese

Edition Wilfried Kriese 2018

First edition 2005

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For George E. Lasker

MURDER IN AN OLD PEOPLE’S HOME

Chief Superintendent Georg Burg comes home from work exhausted. For half a year a he has been kept busy by a serial killer who has murdered ten sick or handicapped people during that time period without even bothering to obscure the murders.

The killer’s approach is not typical for a serial killer, who kills most of victims using the same method. This is why this killer who Georg Burg and his colleague Superintendent Antje Huber have to deal with is somewhat uncanny and strange.

There are no distinct clues with regard to the killer as yet. The only thing that is known is that acquaintances or relatives of the victims contact the killer through want ads in an unknown newspaper.

But after a hard workday with three hours overtime Georg will not hear of it any more. He enters through the door of his apartment and hangs his cardigan in the wardrobe. He can smell the goulash. His stomach begins to rumble, which virtually pushes him into the kitchen. But if he could foresee the implications of his current case, he certainly would have lost his appetite.

In the kitchen with nothing lacking Georg’s 42 year-old partner, Caroline Sommer, is sitting at the dining-table with their daughter Sabrina.

“Finally, here you are at last!” Caroline welcomes him with an irritable voice.

“I’m sorry but I had to work overtime one again.”

Sabrina says annoyed with hunger: “Can I start to eat at last or do I have to wait for milord to sit down first?”

Soon afterwards the plates are filled with goulash, noodles and tomato salad. Hardly has Sabrina’s plate been emptied when she jumps up from her chair and wants to go to her room. But Caroline calls out admonishing: “Stop! First we clear the table and we won’t do that before everybody’s done.”

“Ah man, you’re a pain in the neck. First I have to wait for an hour till Georg turns up for dinner and now you tell me to wait till the last one is done. You can get stuffed!” Without waiting for a reply she puts her dishes in the dishwasher and disappears into her room.

Sabrina is Caroline Sommer’s and Georg Brug’s only child. Since the two of them have still not made up their minds to marry after 15 years of cohabitation, the girl has the surname of her mother. She is 14 years old, chubby and has long black hair.

Unlike him Georg’s partner is a spontaneous and relaxed person. Being five foot six tall she is shorter by a head. She likes to wear plain clothing, just like Georg. She has blond hair of mid length and wears glasses.

With the two of them done and the dishwasher humming, they are seated at the table again.

Caroline asks: “Have you finally made up your mind?”

“About what?”

“Well, whether you want to marry me!”

“I just can’t understand you. Back then, when you were still involved in the Women’s Lib, you thought as much of a marriage certificate as of dog shit and now you’ve been urging me for months to marry you as quickly as possible although we had decided never to commit that error.”

“Yeah, I know, but after all we’ve been parents for 14 years now and we have changed in other ways, too. If I think of what you were like when we met each other 22 years ago, when the students’ movement was just over... You weren’t exactly one of those people with bourgeois views. And when I look at you now, with your regulations at work often being more important than the ten commandments are to a Christian, I might as well drop my principles not to marry.” Georg interrupts her: “All right, and you’d love to have another baby before you’ve become too old, don’t you?”

“Exactly. And I don’t care if it sounds corny but I’ll stand by it. Besides it’s stupid to be against a civil marriage out of sheer spite only to prove that we haven’t turned into bourgeois people yet. We already have – years ago!”

Georg replies annoyed: “All right, but certainly I won’t decide today if I’m going to take that final step towards the bourgeoisie, as you call it, or not.”

Caroline wants to comment on that but Georg just gets up without a word and goes to the living room where he sits down in his armchair and switches on the TV news.

In an old people’s home lives 87 year-old Maria-Luise Wochner. Unlike her room mate, who gets visits every day, Mrs. Wochner is only visited once a month by her nephew. In addition, her three children come to see her for Christmas, Easter and her birthday. This has been the case for more than ten years. What makes things even worse is that Mrs. Wochner has been confined to a nursing bed for a year now and can only get up with other people’s help.

This is the reason that she has been thinking more and more frequently about death, about suicide. But she doesn’t have the courage to do it. For she is afraid that her suicide attempt might fail so that, on top of her current living conditions, she would have to face even more difficulties.

A geriatric nurse enters Mrs. Wochner’s room. The nurse is 28 years old. Her face shows the strains of everyday work. In the dark room there are two beds with bedside tables and a small round table with two easy chairs.

Only at sunrise can the bright daylight enter through a small window. As a result, the light has to remain switched on even in the daytime.

The geriatric nurse says: “Hello, Mrs. Wochner, let’s go for a little walk as usual, shall we?”

Mrs. Wochner replies with a grateful expression: “Ah, it’s you, Mrs. Ganter. I’m so glad. I don’t want your colleague around. She always treats me like a little child.”

Mrs. Ganter does not react on that remark but helps Mrs. Wochner to slowly get out of bed.

Mrs. Wochner often thinks that if all the nurses were like Mrs. Ganter, life in the home would be more tolerable. And moreover, if one of her three children came by with her grandchildren every day or at least twice a week, she would certainly not yearn for death as much. But her sense of loneliness is stronger than her will to live.

For half an hour the two women walk up and down the corridor; one door is next to the other and the neon bulbs provide sufficient light.

Although there are newer and more modern old people’s homes, old people like Mrs. Wochner cannot afford them. For she has been a housewife all her life and her husband, who died of a heart attack twelve years ago, was a construction worker and for people like that there is only room in homes like this one, where Mrs. Wochner, too, is waiting for death. A nursing care insurance does not help either since it only covers a certain part of the home’s costs. The rest has to be paid for by oneself or by social security. But lest the authorities should pay too much, the needy are rather put in a cheap home.