Jörgensen And The Self-Righteous Murderers: Hamburg Thriller

By Alfred Bekker

Jörgensen and the self-righteous murderers:
Detectives Uwe Jörgensen and Roy Müller are back in action. While Roy Müller appears officially as an investigator, Uwe Jörgensen is given a new identity in order to be able to work undercover. The murder of two detectives is to be solved, who were on the trail of a group that calls itself 'Justice Warriors'. Since it is suspected that criminal investigators are also involved, extreme caution is required ...

Alfred Bekker is a well-known author of fantasy novels, thrillers and books for young people. In addition to his major book successes, he has written numerous novels for suspense series such as Ren Dhark, Jerry Cotton, Cotton Reloaded, Kommissar X, John Sinclair and Jessica Bannister. He has also published under the names Neal Chadwick, Henry Rohmer, Conny Walden, and Janet Farell.   

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfred Bekker
• Release date: Jan 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215517390

Alfred Bekker

Alfred Bekker wurde am 27.9.1964 in Borghorst (heute Steinfurt) geboren und wuchs in den münsterländischen Gemeinden Ladbergen und Lengerich auf. 1984 machte er Abitur, leistete danach Zivildienst auf der Pflegestation eines Altenheims und studierte an der Universität Osnabrück für das Lehramt an Grund- und Hauptschulen. Insgesamt 13 Jahre war er danach im Schuldienst tätig, bevor er sich ausschließlich der Schriftstellerei widmete. Schon als Student veröffentlichte Bekker zahlreiche Romane und Kurzgeschichten. Er war Mitautor zugkräftiger Romanserien wie Kommissar X, Jerry Cotton, Rhen Dhark, Bad Earth und Sternenfaust und schrieb eine Reihe von Kriminalromanen. Angeregt durch seine Tätigkeit als Lehrer wandte er sich schließlich auch dem Kinder- und Jugendbuch zu, wo er Buchserien wie 'Tatort Mittelalter', 'Da Vincis Fälle', 'Elbenkinder' und 'Die wilden Orks' entwickelte. Seine Fantasy-Romane um 'Das Reich der Elben', die 'DrachenErde-Saga' und die 'Gorian'-Trilogie machten ihn einem großen Publikum bekannt. Darüber hinaus schreibt er weiterhin Krimis und gemeinsam mit seiner Frau unter dem Pseudonym Conny Walden historische Romane. Einige Gruselromane für Teenager verfasste er unter dem Namen John Devlin. Für Krimis verwendete er auch das Pseudonym Neal Chadwick. Seine Romane erschienen u.a. bei Blanvalet, BVK, Goldmann, Lyx, Schneiderbuch, Arena, dtv, Ueberreuter und Bastei Lübbe und wurden in zahlreiche Sprachen übersetzt.

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Jörgensen And The Self-Righteous Murderers: Hamburg Thriller

by Alfred Bekker

1

My colleague Roy Müller and I once again enjoyed a fish sandwich during a lunch break.  We often don't have time for that. There's so much to do that we don't have the time for it.

But today it worked.

We stood on the Outer Alster and let the wind blow around our noses at the fish sandwich stand we trusted.

My name is Uwe Jörgensen, by the way. I am a chief detective and part of a special department called the 'Federal Criminal Investigation Group'.

Tell me, haven't you ever wished you could just shoot someone over the head who deserved it? asked the man from the fish sandwich stand.

Excuse me?, I asked back.

Roy had his mouth full and couldn't say anything.

Yeah, you guys are cops.

Yes.

And I think sometimes you know exactly who the bad guys are and you can't do anything about it.

Happens.

So if I were in your shoes, I might come up with an idea like that.

I don't, I said.

You don't?

Nah.

Why not?

After all, there is the law, I said.

The man from the fish stall took a deep breath. Yes, that's right, of course.

Exactly! said my colleague Roy Müller, who had previously swallowed so much that at first I thought he had gotten a fishbone in his throat.

*

Erik Feldmann parked the car on the remote industrial site between Hamburg and Geesthacht near the Elbe River. Nothing had been produced here for a long time. The factory halls stood empty, a few machines that could not be sold when the company went bankrupt were rusting away.

Rats and stray cats might still stray here. And people who were looking for a place for an undisturbed meeting and did not want to be observed by anyone.

Erik Feldmann flipped up the collar of his coat. His hand slipped into the side pocket. There it closed around the handle of an automatic.

An ice-cold wind blew in from the Elbe.

Feldmann reached the side entrance of the first factory building. The lock had been removed. One could simply walk in.

Feldmann froze.

The man he had wanted to meet was lying on the floor in a strangely contorted position. A bullet hole the size of a thumb gaped in his forehead.

2

Feldmann drew his gun and looked around. But there was no one to be seen anywhere. No sound betrayed that the killer was still around.

Feldmann knelt down next to the corpse. The blood that had leaked from the bullet wound had long since coagulated. A dark stain had formed. A pool of blood had soaked into the concrete.

Then he heard footsteps.

Feldmann looked up. A figure had emerged from behind one of the rusting machine blocks. His coat reached to his knees. The collar was turned up.

In his right hand he held an automatic with a screwed-on silencer. The muzzle pointed at Feldmann at head height.

You? asked Feldmann.

He looked dismayed and completely surprised.

Anyway, you can't say you weren't warned, the man in the coat said.

Feldmann knew that he had hesitated too long. The one moment of shock when he had realized who he was dealing with was now missing.

He tried anyway, because it was clear to him that he had no other chance. Feldmann pulled up his service weapon and fired. But the man in the coat was faster. His shot was barely heard. The noise sounded like a violent sneeze or a blow with a rolled-up newspaper.

Feldmann's body twitched. The first shot had hit him in the upper body, at about heart level. The force of the large-caliber bullet jerked him back. Feldmann was wearing a Kevlar vest under his clothing. His own shot was snapped and went somewhere into one of the rusty machines.

The next shot hit Feldmann in the middle of the forehead. A third and fourth shot followed - also hits to the head.

Feldmann went down like a felled tree and remained lying on the concrete floor in a strangely contorted posture. It would have been impossible to recognize his face now.

The man in the coat unscrewed the silencer and put it in his coat pocket. The gun itself he put next to the dead man.

The killer was wearing latex gloves. Neither gunshot residue nor any other traces would be detectable on his hands.

He turned the dead man halfway around and began to search him systematically. He seemed to be in no hurry. It was more than unlikely that anyone out here had heard the shot from the dead man's gun.

And if it does, no one will be surprised, thought the man in the coat. This is how far it has come with our city ...

3

I picked Roy up that morning at the familiar corner. It was dog weather. Fine drizzle had turned Hamburg into a laundry room and if you believed the weather report, there was no prospect of much change within the next week.

Even an umbrella won't help! my colleague said after joining me in the car.

I drove off.

Would be nice if you don't shake your wet hair now, I said.

Very funny! Rarely laughed so much, Uwe!

In all seriousness, I really hope that Mr. Bock has some kind of job for us that doesn't have to be done somewhere in Hamburg! Today, I'd even prefer office work.

How about Sylt? It's part of the BKA's area of operations, and it's supposed to be warm and sunny there at the moment.

With the luck we're having right now, Mr. Bock is sending us to Harburg or Altona - and it's raining there right now just like it is here.

We struggled through the morning traffic and finally reached the police headquarters where Roy and I had our office.

However, our path first led to the office of our boss, Detective Director Bock.

I briefly looked at the watch on my wrist. We were even a little early.

Go on in anyway, Mandy, our boss's secretary, greeted us.

When we entered the office of Detective Director Bock, he was busy making a phone call. With a gesture, he indicated that we should take a seat.

What exactly the telephone conversation was about, which Kriminaldirektor Bock was conducting, I could not figure out from the fragments. Apparently, Kriminaldirektor Bock's share of the conversation was too small for that.

When finally another person entered the room, it was clear to me that some bigger thing was waiting for Roy and me. This person was Chief Inspector Georg Stegner, the head of the Hamburg-Billstedt Criminal Investigation Department. It was therefore possible that this was an operation that went beyond the scope of our own section.

But as a rule, organized crime did not care about more or less arbitrarily drawn jurisdictional boundaries, but pursued its own goals with all ruthlessness.

Georg Stegner nodded briefly at us, scratched his hairless skull for a moment, and then sat down as well.

Good morning, said Detective Director Bock after he had finished talking. He turned to Stegner. I have just spoken to Head of Service Heuer, he explained.

I assumed that the speech was about Head of Department Max Heuer in the Billstedt Criminal Investigation Department, which was in the jurisdiction of Hamburg, and thus the appearance of Detective Chief Inspector Georg Stegner also made sense.

I hope you didn't let him in on our plans, Stegner said with a smile.

Only in the part he needs to know, replied Detective Director Bock.

Good.

You can rest easy. Detective Director Bock pointed at Roy and me. I don't need to introduce Roy Müller and Uwe Jörgensen to you.

We are dealing with a difficult case in which, unfortunately, we have not made any progress so far, Stegner explained without beating about the bush to Roy and me.

And that has something to do with Hamburg, I concluded.

You said it, Stegner nodded.

There is a series of unsolved murders of criminals in the jurisdiction of the Hamburg Police Headquarters, explained Criminal