Salzburg Crime Stories: Three short crime stories in one book

By Brigitte Lenz

The famous city also has its downsides.
Sometimes bad things happen.

“Salzburg Crime Stories” contains 3 exciting short crime novels, written by Brigitte Lenz.

Step into the exciting world of Inspector Martin Buchholz and his colleague Sandra Steiner.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ebozon Verlag
• Release date: Sep 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9783959637565

Brigitte Lenz

Im Ebozon Verlag wurden von der Autorin Brigitte Lenz zwei ihrer Werke veröffentlicht. »Salzburger Krimis« und »Flucht aus dem Sudetenland« sind im September 2016 als eBook erschienen. Im Sommer 2020 folgten die englischen Übersetzungen der beiden eBooks mit den Titeln »Fleeing from Sudetenland« und »Salzburg Crime Stories«, um auch die englischsprachigen Leser auf der ganzen Welt zu erreichen.

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A Stony Assistant

It was early morning and still tranquil in the narrow street of a Salzburg garden suburb. It was lined with well-kept homes.

It had rained the night before. You could feel the wind and smell the damp, rotting leaves in the wet grass – a scent of autumn.

The fallen leaves rustled in a garden with a wrought-iron gate.

Carlo, a tomcat who everybody in the neighborhood knew, crept through the grass. He was black and white, well-fed, and had a bushy tail.

Loudly hissing, he crept to the gate and squeezed under it, all the while furtively watching.

Something was wrong here. With his keen ears, he listened attentively in all directions. There was nothing to be heard.

He had not had his breakfast yet; his feet were wet from the grass – and now this!

Something was wrong…it was too quiet here…

He sat upright, his bushy tail wrapped around him.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, shrill barking, ear-piercing yelping.

In the parklike garden of the house on the opposite side of the street, the schnauzer Rufus was howling and wildly running back and forth between a large biotope and a wide freestanding staircase that led to the door of the house.

Tomcat Carlo crept over the street to the fence of the large garden. Even more noise…the heavy door slammed shut…

Spoiled dog! Have you gone mad? Are you feeling your oats? I have work to do! Stop it!

A chubby elderly woman wearing an apron came running down the stairs. She gave a shrill scream! O Holy Mary, help me!

She was apparently a housekeeper. Arms upraised, she ran back up the stairs screaming, and the door slammed shut.

Outside the fence, the fat tomcat Carlo could finally see the key figures in this scene. For a long time, he stood there motionless, staring at the garden and the pond. His infallible intuition told him that there was a dead person there.

Police inspector Martin Buchholz slammed the car door shut and ran through the open garden gate to the biotope.

Sorry for the slight delay, I spent nearly the whole night in the studio.

His colleague Sandra Steiner brushed back her shoulder-length brown hair and rolled her eyes.

Good morning!

Good morning, Picasso the Second, said Dr. Hofbauer, the physician, a big man with sideburns.

Two shots in the chest at close range; he died on the spot. Preliminary time of death – about nine in the evening. We’ll know more after the autopsy. Goodbye now.

The deceased lay on the stone slabs surrounding the pond – a haven for water lilies and many other aquatic plants. He was a tall, thin man in a blue lounge suit. It was not a pretty sight; there was blood everywhere.

The forensic department had already arrived and started to work. They were a good team, but the rain the night before had probably washed away all the clues.

My God!, Buchholz cried suddenly and knelt next to the corpse.

"Do you know him? His name is Mark Vogel;