Marquanteur And The Anarchists: France Crime Thriller

By Alfred Bekker

Marquanteur And The Anarchists: France Crime Thriller

by Alfred Bekker

 

 

Bertrand Aspesse wants to get out and turns himself in to the police. According to his own statements, he belongs to a terrorist organization of anti-globalization activists called LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE. This organization is determined to do anything and will go over dead bodies. Commissaires Marquanteur and Leroc do not have much time to track down the conspirators in time to prevent them from carrying out their perfidious plan.

 

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, Jack Raymond, Jonas Herlin, Dave Branford, Chris Heller, Henry Rohmer, Conny Walden, and Janet Farell.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alfred Bekker
• Release date: Aug 9, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223990673

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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Marquanteur And The Anarchists: France Crime Thriller

by Alfred Bekker

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Bertrand Aspesse wants to get out and turns himself in to the police. According to his own statements, he belongs to a terrorist organization of anti-globalization activists called LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE. This organization is determined to do anything and will go over dead bodies. Commissaires Marquanteur and Leroc do not have much time to track down the conspirators in time to prevent them from carrying out their perfidious plan.

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, Jack Raymond, Jonas Herlin, Dave Branford, Chris Heller, Henry Rohmer, Conny Walden, and Janet Farell.

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1

The helicopter carried the emblem of Radio Marseille, the station with the most detailed congestion reports in Marseille. Two men were in the cabin.

We are now exactly four hundred meters from the police headquarters in La Canebière, the pilot commented. That's as close as I want to get.

That's enough, too, the second man replied. He twisted his face into a thin smile. He was missing his upper two incisors. He glanced at a control screen. His fingers slid over the accompanying keyboard.

The image of the building complex was zoomed in and compared with the plans stored in the computer. A marker flashed up.

Do you have him? the pilot asked impatiently.

I got his cell, Leonard. Now I'm going to see if anyone's in it. He turned on the infrared mode, which provided an image of various degrees of heat. This way, you could see a person even through walls.

Fire, the guy with the gap in his teeth then muttered and pressed a certain button. A grenade shot out from a concealed launch tube. It was far faster than sound. You wouldn't hear the detonation in the building until the projectile had already penetrated the wall.

2

Fifteen minutes earlier ...

François Leroc and I were sitting together with Chief Prosecutor Prosper Valmont and Monsieur Marteau, Commissaire général de police in one of the interrogation rooms of our Bureau at La Canebière.

Through a mirror pane, we could watch our interrogation specialists Derek Bajere and Pascal Montpierre just entering the final phase of a lie detector test. The man in question was no ordinary prisoner. His name was Bertrand J. Aspesse, who, according to his own statements, belonged to a terrorist organization of anti-globalization activists called LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE. The credo of this group was that globalization was nothing more than an extension of the influence of the USA. But in the opinion of LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE, this would ultimately lead to a kind of worldwide superstate, which would have to be fought in the formative stages if it were to be prevented.

Unfortunately, we didn't know much about LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE.

The organization has been linked to some spectacular attacks. Two weeks ago, a car bomb had been detonated in front of a Marseille bank, while at the same time a hacker attack had taken place on the systems of the stock exchanges of Marseille, Paris, Tokyo, London and Frankfurt. For LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE, the international flow of capital was something of a symbol of what the organization's supporters opposed.

A senior manager of a software company had been blown up together with his family and his house. Several broadcasters had received confessional calls from LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE members.

In the meantime, it had become really difficult for terrorists of the ilk of LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE to attract the attention of the media and the public. But it was obvious that LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE would not give up the fight.

At best, it could be that existing plans were postponed - to a time, for example, when security was no longer so important and politicians, for example, dared to go out in public more often and more unprotected.

Bertrand J. Aspesse was a tall man with dark hair. He was 35 years old.

Aspesse had been an explosives specialist in the army before he became convinced that the state itself (and the French state in particular) should be abolished.

In LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE, he had participated mainly in the preparation of explosive attacks, as he had told us.

The special thing was that he had voluntarily placed himself in our hands.

Otherwise, it might have taken years before we would have been able to track him down.

No matter what this test says, I think Aspesse is lying, François said into the silence. He drank his coffee mug empty.

You should try to be a little more impartial, Commissaire Leroc, senior prosecutor Prosper Valmont spoke up.

François shrugged his shoulders.

What did a man like Valmont know about the instinct one acquired in the field? The instinct for danger and for whether someone was telling the truth or just trying to lead you around by the nose!

Valmont raised his eyebrows.

Aspesse's statements detail upcoming attacks by LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE. It is the first dropout from this group. For his safety, he wants to give us all his knowledge. I think there is nothing wrong with that.

Provided the test is positive, said Monsieur Marteau soberly. He looked absent-minded. His hands were buried in his pockets.

I had read the transcripts of Aspesse's first interrogations.

After that, LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE allegedly planned attacks with plutonium and rabies pathogens. The city of Marseille was in the terrorists' crosshairs because, according to these people, it represented the center of a globalist conspiracy that had to be fought off.

I understood well the dilemma in which the chief prosecutor found himself. He had a choice between plague and cholera. If he believed Aspesse and agreed to his conditions, he might risk helping a criminal. For at the very least, Aspesse would have been up for accessory to murder under normal circumstances. But if one of the announced assassinations was actually carried out and it turned out that it could have been prevented with Aspesse's help, not only chief prosecutor Valmont would have to take his hat off.

I looked at Aspesse's face through the mirror pane. The LIBERTÉ ANARCHISTE defector looked very calm and collected. There was not an ounce of nervousness in his face. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

Is this what a man looks like who is most afraid of his own people? murmured François to me.

I shrugged my shoulders.

What other motive would he have for defecting to us?

Targeted disinformation, perhaps.

It took a few more minutes, then the test was completed. Pascal Montpierre made an appropriate sign for us. After Aspesse stepped through the door, François and I received him. Aspesse was not wearing handcuffs.

He stopped in front of the senior prosecutor and looked Valmont straight in the eye. Aspesse was half a head taller than the prosecutor.

You will find that I have told nothing but the truth, he murmured gloomily.

"I hope so - for