New Deutsch Mark

By Marinella van ten Haarlen

Christmas Eve of 2012, somewhere in Germany. An armored car of the Bundesbank is raided in a forest. Three witnesses escaped after a civil war scenario. The team leader of the Bundesbank Dr. Hallmayer rushed the unwanted witnesses to death; finally the bills of the Neue Deutsch Mark flew through the winter air and Dr. Hallmayer wanted to be the next "Chancellor" of Germany...

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Nov 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9783748719960

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Marinella van ten Haarlen

New Deutsch Mark

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New Deutsch Mark

Marinella Charlotte van ten Haarlen

New Deutsch Mark

Crime story

English edition

This book has been published with kasaan media publishers

All Copyrights by Marinella Charlotte van ten Haarlen, 1980-2018

ISBN:  978-3-96593-062-9

Edition: November 2018

All Copyrights by Marinella Charlotte van ten Haarlen, 2012

Bremen / Nîmes, 2011/2012

This is a novel. The events depicted herein are fictitious.

The historical events are purely coincidental. They meet the storyboard of this book. These have very little or even nothing at all to do with the reality of living or deceased persons. That would of course be inferred. It is just based on the former and historical circumstances.

Hillbrow, Johannesburg, Transvaal Gauteng, South Africa

Puerto de la Cruz, Tenerife, Reino de España 

For my parents,

my siblings

A.A. and J.F.

Christmas Eve, 2012

Somewhere in Germany

Banknotes of all kinds swirled together with the falling snowflakes through the cold wintry air. Some of these notes were still burning and smoldering. They lighted in the glide, fluttered like a candle passing through the night sky. Behind him, Rafael Konz heard numerous explosions, followed by shots from an automatic weapon. For seconds the fire was returned. Then it stopped. Several cascades hit very close to him in the frozen green moss. It splashed for moments.

No rest came at a crime scene. The shots were very inaccurate. It seemed like an exercise in a German army operation.

In minutes he was hiding behind a fallen tree trunk, looking back every now and then.

From the street penetrated a bright light into the forest, it reached to the glade where he lay.

The architect began to collect some of the bills that were only charred on the edge, just before they fell on the ground. In the moonlight he could dimly see the colors, the drawings seemed strange to him.

The paper felt soft and grippy, as if manufactured of cotton.

More thoughtful, he put the notes into his right pocket.

A foul odor, like of a corpse, spread.

A blue-green flare lit up in the sky; again Konz threw himself on the ground. This was icy hard frozen, silent, he cried out, he gritted his teeth, under - expressed the cry of pain. The darkness made ​​the forest into a non-inscrutable labyrinth in which he was afraid to run.

Even greater, however, was the possible danger of falling into the hands of criminals. In the spirit of trying the facts that he still remembered, he concentrated for a few seconds.

What happened?

He wanted to leave no detail at a later date in his witness statement. None of the men could he describe; they wore uniforms, snowsuits of the Bundeswehr. The figures that played the robbers looked like clones from another universe. Certainly it was not his creation.

From where did the perpetrator have the suits?

Konz knew this well from his time with the mountain-brigade. One of the unknown offenders acted on an Enduro from BMW.

This bike had jumped off one of the sloping embankments.

Like many years before, a stuntman whom he had known that dominated such tricks.

Even in the crazy flight, the driver fired a bazooka.

Konz had only seen the beam, then a flash.

For a moment, the architect was blinded. The thick, black smoke that followed dragged up like in a chimney.

Several stun grenades were exploding. In this moment he saw his former captain in front of him, who had at one - time spent hours telling stories that he had so