Knight Stalker

By M.L. Lindberg

Jason Holmes just wanted to relieve himself of severe headaches. His desire to do this led him to a doctor in Germany who had a previous life in Nazi Germany as a nuclear scientist. Jason's life was about to change in dramatic and profound ways that would not only affect him, but his fellow man. Jason would become a force to be reckoned with.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.L. Lindberg
• Release date: Apr 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301319114

M.L. Lindberg

Marvin Lindberg is an author of many books of fiction including the Crooner series, four books with Wayne Davis, a Texas private investigator as the central character. Mr. Lindberg lives in Racine, Wi.

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Knight Stalker

M.L. Lindberg

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Copyright 2013 Marvin Lindberg

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

A knight is a man of honor, courage and bravery.

Chapter One

The pain was unbearable. The last several times that he had this level of pain, he took Tylenol. It had absolutely no effect. The only thing that worked was to lie down and rest, hoping that it would go away.

Jason Holmes now had the dilemma of his life. He was getting worse, not better. He had seen doctor after doctor. All of them said the same thing. He had some form of neurological disease that had no cure. All the MRI's showed nerves in the brain that seemed to be similar to a permanent concussion. None of the doctors could give it a name. It really was, for all intents and purposes, a new disease.

The problem with a new disease is that it really could not be truly diagnosed and treated. How do you treat it if you really don't know what it is?

Jason was given many suggestions. He tried exercise. He tried meditation. He tried acupuncture. He tried several medications, all of which did nothing.

His first wife divorced him because he seemed to be getting more and more distant. He couldn't be the husband that he wanted to be, so he buried himself in work.

He was a real estate investor who had a knack for picking out the right property, flipping it, and making a very nice profit.

He had also built up a large portfolio of impressive commercial properties, all of which doubled in value. Unfortunately the pain that he was suffering from caused him to make the decision to sell everything.

He sold everything right before the real estate crash in 2007. He was now a multi-millionaire.

But...he could not enjoy his wealth!

However, he had one thing that he never has had before...time! Lots of time!

Jason sat in his 'man cave' one Sunday afternoon, with his favorite team, the Green Bay Packers, playing on his 55 inch TV. His intention was to make a phone call to his new girl friend.

He dialed her number. She was not home.

Something told him to turn his computer on. He then Googled the two words: strange diseases. To his surprise something came up that intrigued him. There was a description of a neurological disease that seemed to fit him to a tee. For lack of a better name, it was called: 'Prisoner's Disease'.

Prisoner's Disease! muttered Jason, as he stared at the words.

All that was there was a description of his disease. Jason then Googled: 'Prisoner's Disease'.

What came up was not only somewhat mysterious, but also very intriguing. There was a description of a man living in Germany. He was one of the original band of scientists that Hitler had put together to build an atomic bomb. His name was Detlef Muller. He was now living in Kaiserslautern, Germany. He was ninety years old.

What's going on here? said Jason, leaning back in his chair.

All that was on the page was his name and what he was involved in during World War II. There really was nothing about this so-called 'Prisoners Disease'.

Jason went on Wikipedia. Nothing.

He Googled every word he could think of that may have something to do with these two words.

Nothing.

Finally he Googled Detlef Muller. An actual address came up. 777 Kamen Strasse, Kaiserslautern.

Jason was baffled. Why is his name associated with this disease, a neurological disease?

He had to find out. What did he have to lose? He would go to Germany, and try to find him. One thing he had now was plenty of time. Besides, he hasn't had a real vacation in years. Yes, he would go to Germany.

* * *

Jason now had his round trip ticket to Germany. He was scheduled to leave at eight-thirty the next day. All he had to do was pack a few things, and call his girl friend, Elise.

He would first call Elise. He dialed her number. Once again, she did not answer.

Where the hell is she? he yelled out.

He felt another headache coming on. It started to throb. He had to lie down, as that was the only thing that worked.

.

Fortunately he fell asleep. When he awoke, the headache was gone. Jason felt a real sense of relief. Sleep didn't always work, but this time it did.

He dialed Elise's number again. There was no answer, so Jason just left a message. He told her that he was leaving for Germany tomorrow, and probably would return in a week or so. He would call her as soon as he returned. He would also try to call her from Germany. However, he did not tell her his reason for going.

Jason hit the power button on his remote. The game came back on. There were ten seconds left. The score was tied. The Packers had the ball on the twenty yard line. It was fourth down.

The Packers brought in their field goal kicker. The kick was good. Packers won!

Great...a Packer victory.

Jason again hit the power button, shutting off the TV. He just sat there thinking.

What if Mr. Muller is no longer living? And even if he is, how is his mind? He is ninety years old, maybe older. A ninety year old mind is not as sharp or as cogent as a much younger mind.

What should I say to him? Should I say: 'I think I have prisoner's disease'! He might think that I'm an idiot!

Jason just sat there going over and over in his mind some questions that he could ask Mr. Muller. What else could he do?

Yes, he would just be honest with him. He would describe what was wrong with him, and hope that he would have some good advice.

Oh...and he would pay him well. Would one-hundred thousand dollars be enough? He would soon find out.

Chapter Two

Kaiserslautern is located on the western edge of Germany. It has a history that dates back to the Roman Empire. It also has been an area of Germany rich in technological history. It is the home of many scientists.

During World War II, it was invaded by General Patton's troops, and defeated without resistance. It still is home to many NATO troops, mainly from the US.

Jason's plane was scheduled to land in Frankfurt, Germany. He would then take the train to Kaiserslautern. He would arrive there at around eight o'clock in the evening.

His hotel is The Franzkeller Hotel. It is located in downtown Kaiserslautern. This hotel provides many services for tourists. One of those services is hired tour guides. Jason decided to hire one. It would make his effort to find Mr. Muller more successful.

His guide would be Gisela Schaaf, a tour guide who had, in her guide description, a specialty in finding unique places and difficult to find people.

That was perfect for Jason. Just what he needed.

Gisela was to meet him at the hotel desk at noon.

* * *

Guten tag, said the very friendly sounding girl.

Hello, answered Jason.

Don't worry, I speak perfect English, said Gisela, who indeed spoke perfect English. I started learning English at seven years old, and took it every year of my schooling, she said, smiling.

Gisela was a pretty girl. She had blond hair, with a slight blush in her cheeks. Jason estimated her age at about thirty. She wore a jacket that had the emblem of her employer in its upper right side.

Your name is Jason. Is that right? said Gisela, with eyes wide open.

Yes it is. Have you read my requests?

Yes, yes. I can help you with all of that. I am what you call in America, a computer whiz!

We also call them nerds! You certainly don't look like a nerd.

What is a nerd?

Well... sort of a computer whiz!

Gisela laughed as she opened the notebook she was carrying. Then just as quickly she closed it.

Jason, would you like to have coffee or something here in the hotel?

Actually, I would like to have a glass of German wine. Liebfraumilch I think it is called.

Yes, all American men like liebfraus, don't you think?

Jason wasn't quite sure what to say to that, so he didn't really respond. Instead he just chuckled.

Where would you suggest we go?

Oh, there is a wonderful restaurant right around the corner. It is the Stadthaus. They are very famous for their wine. Shall we go?

Yes, let's do that.

Gisela took Jason's hand, and led him out of the hotel, and down the street. Jason was surprised at her overt friendliness. But, then again, maybe it was just the European way. He had read somewhere that Europeans consider Americans a little stiff.

A couple of minutes later they were at the Stadthaus. This was a restaurant that was nearly two-hundred years old, with beautiful carved wood, stained glass windows, and antique lighting fixtures. Adolf Hitler was said to have eaten here.

The host led Jason and Gisela to a booth in the rear of the restaurant. They were given menus. Jason looked at the menu, and immediately put it back on the table. It was in German. He didn't read German. He turned towards Gisela, and said:

Can you order me a glass of wine?

Liebfraumilch, yes?

Yes.

Once again, Gisela put her hand on his, giving him some reassurance.

Gisela, you go ahead and order whatever you want, okay?

Oh, I just want a glass of wine. I will order Riesling. That is my favorite wine.

It is also one of mine as well. I like California Riesling.

Do they have such a thing? I thought Riesling was only German.

California makes everything...I think.

Oh you Americans!

The way Gisela said that, made it sound almost like a compliment. Jason nodded his head in agreement.

Gisela opened her notebook again. This time she kept it open, and appeared to be reading the application that Jason had filled out.

You are looking for Herr Muller?

Yes, do you know him?

No...but I can find him.

Gisela took out her laptop from her briefcase. It was a small laptop with a German name, which Jason did not recognize. She powered it up, and hit a few keys. The name 'Detlef Muller' came up. She hit a couple more keys. This time his address, his phone number, and occupation came up.

Jason was very intrigued. Even though everything was in German, he couldn't help but stare at the page.

Would you like to translate into English? asked Gisela.

Oh, please do.

Gisela just hit the translate button, and voila, it was now in English.

Wonderful, said Jason. Gisela...I have my cell phone here. Can you dial his number?

I think I should use my cell phone. You may have some trouble with yours.

Gisela took her cell phone out of her purse, and dialed his number. She waited patiently, as the phone rang several times. Finally, someone answered.

Yes, this is the Muller residence, said a female, who spoke in German.

Gisela also spoke in German. She asked about Mr. Muller. Gisela asked her if he is taking visitors, and that someone from America is here to see him.

Jason couldn't understand what she was saying, and wanted to say something to her.

Gisela shut her cell phone off and smiled at Jason.

He will see you right away.

Jason couldn't believe his good fortune. He believed that Gisela was some kind of miracle worker. She just phoned someone, and they invite you over!

That was fantastic! Gisela, how did you do that?

Oh, I just made it sound like you were the most wonderful person in the world. How could anyone resist. Of course they would like to see you!

Jason just stared at her. He couldn't resist the impulse to kiss her on the cheek, so he did.

Oh, you are a fresh American Mr. Holmes!

I couldn't help myself. I really do appreciate you being able to do that for me.

It's part of my job. I think I'm pretty good, no?

You are pretty good...yes!

Jason and Gisela both laughed, as the waitress brought their glasses of wine.

Jason held up his glass of wine, wanting to toast his good fortune. Gisela put hers up as well, clanging Jason's glass.

Prost, said Gisela.

Even I know what that means. Again Gisela, thank you for doing that. Enjoy!

Jason took a sip of his wine, savoring the mellow flavor.

What's the German word for wonderful?

Wunderbar.

Yes, this wine is wunderbar!

Mr. Holmes, are you on holiday?

Yes, a little vacation. But I am really here to find Mr. Muller.

Is he important?

I don't know. I will find out.

Jason wasn't sure if he should reveal why he wanted to see Mr. Muller. She may think that it is silly that he comes all the way to Germany because he has headaches.

Mr. Muller is a well respected scientist. I have wanted to meet him.

Well in a very short time, you will. Good for you.

Thanks to you. How's your wine?

Sehr gut! I like it.

Gisela, how long have you been doing this kind of work?

For about...m-m-m, two years.

Is it a very interesting job?

Oh, I think so. I meet a lot of Americans.

Most Americans, I'm sure, don't know their way around Germany, or Europe for that matter.

Yes, and that's why I have such a good job, said Gisela, with a little giggle.

Jason took his last sip of wine, smiled at Gisela, and said:

Shall we go?

Surely...if you are ready.

* * *

Detlef Muller lived in a traditional German style home that reminded Jason of some of the homes he had seen in Milwaukee. He and Gisela stood in front of the house for a moment. Jason considered going in alone, but soon dismissed that thought. He may need an interpreter. No, Gisela would go in with him.

Gisela found the door knocker, and banged it against the door a few times. A house maid answered the door. Gisela explained, in German, that she was the one who called, and that they were told to come right over.

The house maid led Jason and Gisela to a room in the house that was Mr. Muller's office.

Mr. Muller did not look like a man who was ninety years old. He had a full head of still dark hair, with just a few streaks of gray. He had bushy eyebrows, a mustache, and a skin tone that belied his age.

Gisela, speaking in German, introduced Jason to him, saying that he greatly looked forward to meeting him.

Mr. Muller extended his hand, showing an eagerness to meet him. He had a very strong grip.

I speak fluent English, and you are American, so we can speak English. Please have a seat.

Jason let out a sigh of relief, and relaxed a little. He and Gisela sat down on two dark brown leather chairs. Mr. Muller also sat down, looking directly at Jason.

Now, how can I help you Mr., ah...

Holmes, Jason Holmes.

"Yes Mr. Holmes. I always enjoy speaking to Americans. I once considered immigrating to America, but a jail cell became my home instead.

Jason appreciated that Mr. Muller wanted to get directly to the point, but was stunned that he spoke of being in jail so soon in their conversation. But this was the lead in to his first question.

"Mr. Muller, I believe that I have a condition that is