The Dead Woman Without A Name: Thriller

By Henry Rohmer

by Henry Rohmer


The size of this book is equivalent to 105 paperback pages.


In the fight against crime, smart investigator Bount Reiniger relies on unusual methods - but now and then also on the shooting power of his automatic.


Henry Rohmer (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, Sidney Gardner, Jonas Herlin, Adrian Leschek, John Devlin, Brian Carisi, Robert Gruber, and Janet Farell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfredbooks
• Release date: May 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9783745229981

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The Dead Woman Without A Name: Thriller

by Henry Rohmer

The size of this book is equivalent to 105 paperback pages.

In the fight against crime, smart investigator Bount Reiniger relies on unusual methods - but now and then also on the shooting power of his automatic.

Henry Rohmer (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, Sidney Gardner, Jonas Herlin, Adrian Leschek, John Devlin, Brian Carisi, Robert Gruber, and Janet Farell.

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Henry Rohmer is a pseudonym of ALFRED BEKKER

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A bright scream cut through the silence.

Bount Reiniger sucked in the cold morning air in steady puffs as he took his morning jog through New York's Central Park at a moderate pace. To his right, he had the so-called Pond, a pond with a bird sanctuary on its banks. The chirping formed a pleasant contrast to the noises that otherwise dominated the juggernaut that is New York.

A peaceful, quiet oasis in the vibrant city - but not on this morning...

From some distance Reiniger saw three people running toward him, two men and a woman. But these were by no means joggers running for pleasure or health.

The three came closer very quickly. The woman seemed to be on the run from the two men who were on her heels at a distance of a few meters. But this distance became smaller and smaller.

No!

The woman gasped and looked around frantically. She was wearing athletic clothes. Her long, black hair flew tangled through her fine-cut, tan face, while her pursuers had almost reached her.

Then she stumbled, tripped and went down. The two guys bent over her and grabbed her roughly. She gasped for air and didn't even have enough of it to scream. The young woman was completely exhausted. Her attempts to break free after all seemed powerless.

She probably wouldn't have been able to do too much against the iron grip of her two opponents anyway.

Meanwhile, Bount had reached the scene with a short spurt. He wanted to know what was being played here.

What are you doing? asked Bount, addressing the two men, who by now had yanked their victim up by the arms and set her on her feet. She was trembling and there was naked fear in her eyes. When she saw Bount, something like a spark of hope seemed to flare up in them.

The two men wore elegant clothes and made a well-trained impression. One had dark hair and a moustache. The other was blond and blue-eyed. His face looked coarse and brutal.

Just keep jogging! the dark-haired man hissed. Go on, get out of here already.

No! the woman shouted, but the blond closed her mouth with his big paw.

This is a police operation, not an act, mister, the dark-haired man claimed boldly. But that didn't seem particularly credible to Bount.

That looks more like something else, he replied coolly.

Believe what you want!

Surely they will have service cards!

Bount stepped close to the trio. The two exchanged a quick glance with each other. They didn't seem to like the fact that Bount was someone they couldn't get rid of so easily.

The dark-haired man bared his teeth and growled, Sure, we have IDs! He reached into the inside pocket and in the next second had an 8-millimeter pistol in his hand.

Bount had expected something like that. His hand edge strike therefore came in a flash and flung the gun out of the guy's hand. The following left hit him square in the uncovered face, sending him staggering backward and to the ground. He seemed a bit dazed.

The young woman took her chance and tore herself away. She had hardly any strength left, but she still tried to run away. She stumbled and almost fell down from weakness. Who would know how long she had been on the run....

Her movements seemed powerless and exhausted, but her will to resist was unbroken. She was determined to put all her eggs in one basket.

The blond, meanwhile, laid Bount on the mat with a deft judo grip and then reached for his shoulder holster. Only a fraction of a moment passed and Bount looked into a pistol muzzle that flashed brightly. Bount, however, had already rolled over when the shot crashed into the ground. Before the guy could fire a second time, Bount sped forward with his foot and drove into the back of his opponent's knee. The blond instantly lost his balance.

His shot went into the clouds. Before he knew it, Bount was then on top of him, bending his gun arm around and wresting the pistol from him. The guy took a deep breath and then froze. He was anything but thrilled that he now had to look down the muzzle of his own gun.

Son of a bitch! the blond growled as Bount rose.

The dark-haired man had paid no further attention to his accomplice, but picked up his gun and undauntedly resumed his pursuit of the young woman.

Bount saw that he would soon catch up with them.

He turned to the blond lying on the ground, who seemed to be scared as hell.

Bount made a definite movement with the gun barrel.

Get out of here! he hissed as the guy stared at him in disbelief. Come on, are you listening hard?

Bount took a step back as the blond got back to his feet.

He didn't seem to trust Bount, perhaps expecting to get a bullet in the back. Bount instead burned one in front of his feet. Now the blond sprinted off, turning around again and again.

But Bount didn't linger with him any longer, but went after the dark-haired man.

Bount was in good shape and caught up quickly. The dark-haired man held his gun in his hand and had almost reached the woman. Her lead was melting by the second. She was sobbing and only stumbling forward more or less.

When something brought Bount closer, he stopped and brought the pistol to bear.

Drop the gun! he shouted.

The dark-haired man answered in his own way.

He turned in a flash and fired immediately. But the shot was poorly aimed and went half a meter over Bount. He had secretly calculated such a reaction and so his shot cracked only a fraction of a second later.

The bullet went into the dark-haired man's arm. He cursed loudly, tried to pull up the gun