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A Killer in New York City: Thriller
A Killer in New York City: Thriller
A Killer in New York City: Thriller
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A killer is out in New York City - and a manhunt beginns. A case for private investigator Bount Reiniger - and a thrilling detective story by Neal Chadwick!

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PublisherAlfred Bekker
Release dateAug 19, 2019
ISBN9781386465119
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    A Killer in New York City - Neal Chadwick

    A Killer in New York City: Thriller

    Neal Chadwick

    Published by Alfred Bekker, 2019.

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    WHEN LARRY KOSTLER was driven to his office this morning, he was bad-tempered. There was some trouble in his company and he would have to make some decisions.

    But now his thoughts seemed somewhere else. He gazed out of the the window, deep in thought, while his driver, Henson, steered the black limousine through the traffic of New York.

    There came a point in life where you asked yourself: What's it all for? And maybe Larry Kostler had come to just that point.

    He checked his watch again. He was late. Looking out at the rain. The reason why Larry Kostler was late for the first time in years seemed obvious. The bad weather and the heavy traffic.

    But in fact this was not the reason for his delay.

    Kostler had briefly seen his notary that morning. This had been one of those things which he hadn't been looking forward to and which he had kept putting off for as long as possible. What the hell!, he thought. At least that's behind me now! And that is the only thing, that counts.

    The company wouldn't run away. It would still be there a little later... So he could take the time he needed. Time enough to think it all over. If anyone could afford to run late, he could. It was simple. He was the boss. Shortly the car arrived in front of a large building where the Kostler Holding Company had its offices. The car stopped. Henson get off the car to open the door for his boss.

    Sir?

    I might need you again in half an hour! Kostler told him. So be prepared.

    Yes Sir!

    See you later.

    Of course, Sir.

    I hate it to wait.

    I know, Sir.

    I hope so.

    Kostler left the car. The way he moved were a little clumsy. He was almost two stone overweight. This slowed him down. He had to make a little pause for taking breath. He was panting pitifully and his face had turned red by the time he had managed to complete this manoeuvre. Finally he was standing next to his driver.

    That was the moment when it happened.

    The moment which changed everything for a lot of people.

    In fact, it was the last moment in Larry Kostler's Life.

    KOSTLER COULD HEAR screeching types and car speeding towards them. He turned around automatically. It was a two-seater sports car with tinted windows. This was as much as he managed to see. Everything else was a matter of just a few seconds! One of the windows was lowered slightly and something long was pushed out of it. Just a few inches. Then there was a sudden flash.

    It was a muzzle flash without any sound of a shot. Only a mere click of the trigger which almost completely swallowed by the surrounding noises.

    Damned!, he thought.

    His heart was beating so fast that he was reminded to the fire of machine gun.

    One second later, it was a very special sound that made Larry Kostler's blood freeze.

    A sound he knew all to well... A bloody ugly sound, even though you could hardly hear it.

    Larry Kostler saw a bullet scratching over the roof of his limousine. Right in front of his eyes. Before he realised what really was happening and that the driver of that car was obviously trying to kill him, a second shot was fired.

    Then a third.

    And a fourth.

    Then Kostler saw his driver laying there on the pavement with a small round whole in his head. His eyes were wide open, staring up at the smog-laden sky.

    No doubt, he was dead.

    Kostler felt paralysed.

    Oh no!, he thought.

    Then he felt a hellish pain in his left shoulder.

    The impact of the first bullet was so heavy, that his even his oversized fat body swung right around. The second bullet hit him at the side and got into his chest. The last thing he felt was dizziness. Everything started to spin around. And then he felt weak. So weak...

    His legs gave way and he collapsed. He heard lots of people running over, all talking at once excitedly. Someone screamed hysterically. And then Kostler heard the screeching of those tyres again. That car was evidently speeding away from the scene. Then suddenly everything went silent. And dark. Very, very dark...

    For ever.

    THE DOOR FLEW OPEN and Bount Reiniger strode in. He had already taken his coat off. He was now opening the top button of his shirt and loosening his tie. Good morning, June, he said, smiling at June March, his blonde assistant.

    Morning, Bount!

    I know I'm a little late. But this bloody traffic!

    June got up and walked over to blonde Reiniger who had meanwhile dumped his coat someplace.

    You're in luck, Bount.

    Why's that?

    You've got a client who's been waiting for you in your office since almost an hour now. I've made her three cups of coffee already. She looks so desperate that she probably would have waited another few hours. Bount shrugged.

    People with an easy life aren't exactly our typical clients, are they?

    Stepping into his office a moment later, Bount could see what June had been talking about. The young woman sitting in the armchair facing him really looked anything but happy. She had expressive green eyes, fine features and her long brown hair tumbled onto her shoulders. She was good-looking. But you could see from the expressions on her face that she was extremely worried. Bount greeted her politely.

    Good morning, Miss...

    Geraldine Kostler, she said.

    Bount shook her hand and tried to smile.

    Pleased to meet you.

    So you are Bount Reiniger, the private detective?

    That's right, he replied and settled down behind his desk. But please call me me Bount. And now please tell me what I can do for you, Miss!

    You may have heard my father's name before – Larry Kostler. Bount racked his brain briefly, but shook his head.

    No, I'm sorry. At least I can't recall right now.

    Larry Kostler of Larry Kostler Holding.

    "Although I don't regularly read the business section of the papers... Yes, I have heard  the name of that company before.

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