The Dead German

No offense meant to anybody. I thought this was a cool title and so that's why the name stuck. This story is dedicated to The Phoenix who gave me the idea for this story. Please check out epicmagazine.webs.com an online magazine started by her and a friend. 


This story is going to be slightly different from the rest in terms of style of story telling and reading. You will find out what I mean as you go along. Please do leave me comments as I would like to know if this sort of story telling is something I should continue or not. Thanks.

Chapter 1

Whoosh.

A strong gust of wind rips through the night.

A lonely house in the middle of a forest emits a ghostly aura. The wind howls as it grows stronger. The windows of the house begin rattling and a few that are open bang against their frames.

In the stillness of the night, a lone figure creeps through the dark corridors of the house. The moonlight casts strange shadows on the walls of the house as the figure creeps upstairs.

The wooden floors creak slightly under the feet of the stealthy shadow. The shadow reaches the landing and heads to the door on the left.

A gloved hand touches the door knob. The door opens noiselessly and the figure enters the room silently.

Straight ahead is a bed with a figure sprawled across it. The figure stirs. “Adolf ish thaat yu?” asks the prone form with a heavy German accent.

Silence.

“Eh. Vhaat ish ith?” the figure questions again. More silence. Utter darkness and absolute silence.

Chapter 2

The sun is shining down brightly. A cool wind sweeps by. A black BMZ Z4 cruises down the road, winding its way up the mountain. The car turns off the main road onto a mud road. It skids to a halt next to a black and white squad car. Silence falls as everybody turns to the car.

The door opens. A black high heel touches the ground. Out steps a lady in her late 20's. She's wearing a black dress with a pair of aviators. Her blonde hair falls neatly onto her shoulders. She pushes her hair back as she shuts the door. She takes off her shades and puts on a pair of frameless glasses as she walks to the door of the house. Heads turn as she walks by.

A man at the door stops her. She flashes a badge. “Captain Veronica Velasquez. I'm with homicide and this is my crime scene and it had better not be contaminated.” The man steps back and lets her through.

Veronica storms into the house and begins going over the area. She starts up the stairs as she hears a lot of talking. She walks into the room on the left. “Wow, somebody sure as hell didn’t want that motherfucker alive.” 

Heads in the room turn in her direction. A burly man grunts at her, “Who the fuck are you and what the fuck you doing here? This ain’t fashion week.”

Veronica lets the snide remark pass. “Well, wise guy. If you had some intelligence and reading capacity, you would have gone through the memo given yesterday and you'd know that I'm your fucking pain-in-the-ass boss. What the fuck is your name?”

The burly man scowls and says, “Antoine.”

“Antoine, why don't you be a good boy and go fetch me a cup of coffee? By the way, lads, does anybody else want coffee?”

Veronica looks around the room. “Oh, well, I guess that's just one coffee. Regular without sugar and little cream. Get moving.”

Antoine moves out of the room rather sheepishly.

Veronica turns to the others in the room. “Anybody else wants to act cocky? If you do, you'll join Antoine in odd-job duty. Good, glad I made myself clear.”

She turns to the centre of the room. “Now, what do we have here?” She walks up to the bed.

“My, the killer knew what he was doing. He has cut the jugular perfectly. It was instant death. There seems to have been a slight struggle. Where's the ME?”

An elderly looking man walks up to her. “That would be me,” he says with a southern drawl.

“So, was I right, doc?”

“Yeah, you were, detective. The slice to the neck is perfect. It’s somebody trained in combat or with a medical background.”

“Go on. Was the slice of the jugular the cause of death?”

“Yeah, the COD was the cut to the jugular. The stab marks you see everywhere else were done postmortem.”

“Looks like a crime of passion,” says a Crime Scene Investigator who is inspecting the body.

“Who was the first on scene?”

“That would be the maid. She came in to change the sheets and found the body like this,” says the CSI man as he turns towards the body.

“By the way, CSI, what's your name?” questions Veronica.

“Gabriel Scores. CSI Level 5 at your service.”

“Good. Gabriel Scores 0 in the guessing motive for murder. Firstly, he was killed by a left-handed man. The depth of the slice indicates the assailant was a man. Doc, stop me if I'm wrong.”

“You have estimated it correctly. See the curve under his chin? That is done only when attacked by a male assailant...”

“Sorry to interrupt, Doc. But does anybody know who the hell this guy is?”

“His name on his driver’s license says he's Toon (pronounced Tawn) Hitler,” replies Antoine as he walks in with a cup of coffee.

Veronica turns around, takes the coffee and starts walking out of the room. “Thanks for the coffee and guys keep me posted on everything.”

She leaves the room. Gabriel heaves a sigh of relief. “A friend of mine, who worked under her in her previous department, said she's called the Black Mamba because she wears black and is dead scary.”

'I'm also called the Blood Hound and the Feisty Bitch. No idea why I'm not called the Black Widow though,” says Veronica as she re-enters the room.

“Doc, what's the estimated time of death?”

“I'd say around 12 am.”


Chapter 3

Back at the station Veronica storms into her office. She flings her mobile at the wall behind her desk. A junior officer enters the office at the same moment.

'I guess its not a good time to come' says the officer.

'What's your name?'

'Marley'

'Marley. Sorry come in. I'm just pissed off because the damn victim was a German citizen and now I have to fucking work with some dick from the German Staatspolizei.'

'Uhm ma'am'

'I don't want some damn blonde prick who's got his nose up in the air sniffing my behind like a dumb doberman.'

'Captain'

'Yeh Marley, what is it? Speak. You sound like a stuttering fool'

'What he's trying to say is, the dick from the German Staatspolizei is here' says a young man with salt and pepper colored hair.

'By the way I'm detective Martin Hasselhoff and I'm sorry I'm not blonde'

'Uhmm Captain Veronica Velasquez. Don't look to me for an apology it won't come your way. Till you prove me differently you will be what I said you'd be.'

'Not looking for one and it's ok what you think. I'm good at my job so that itself should sort you out'

'What can I get you coffee?' Veronica spits out trying to be formal and polite. The frustration of having a foreign agent tagging along shows on her face.

'Hey Veronica, I don't like the fact I have to work with you. I work best alone but I've been made to work with you so don't act like you're the only martyr. I'll have a coffee.'

'Ok great. Marley get us some coffee. Now Martin sit and tell me what I need to know'

Chapter 4

Veronica walks into the squad briefing room followed by Martin. The officers stop chatting and look to the 2 senior officers who have walked in. Veronica walks up to the front where the suspects board has been arranged.

'Ladies and gentleman. I'd like to introduce you to Martin Hasselhoff. He's with the Staatspolizei. He will be helping us with the case of Mr. Hitler'

A ripple of laughter fills the room.

'Yeh yeh. This ain't a laughing matter people. We have a dead foreign national on our hands. We don't have time to sit laughing at his name. Now I want all the information I can get on this Toon Hitler. I want to know where exactly he's from, what his favorite food is, how many meals and who his last fuck was. From the looks of things, it seems pretty obvious that he was in that cottage for a roll in the sack. I want to know who was with him in that bed and if he fucked her. She's either our prime suspect or the last person to see him last.'

Antoine raises his hand 'Captain if I may?'

'Oh if it isn't Mr. Shall I get a cup of coffee.' Laughter bursts in the room. 'Ssshhh people. Antoine what is it?'

'I had gone through our police database and checked the immigration records. There's no sign of this guy Toon Hitler. He's a ghost.'

'That's interesting. Captain Hasselhoff would you be able to get information about this Toon Hitler?' Veronica turns to Martin as she says this.

'I think I should be able to get this information to you in an hours time.'

'Good. Now people its time we get a move on cos every minute we waste the killer moves farther away and the trail will start to get cold. I aint letting the son of a bitch who did this get away.'

Chapter 5

'Shit. Oh bloody shit. This can't be happening'

'What the hell is it Martin?' Exclaims Veronica.

'I just got off the phone with my people. That guy Toon Hitler. He's an undercover agent with the German SS'

'The SS? I thought that died with Hitler. Wait a minute Hitler - Hitler damn that's ironic.'

'This is a different SS. This is Germany special elite force. They are called the Secret Society in Germany. It consists of various military, air force, navy, commandos. You name it they've got it. They are supposed to be trained assassins and are the best in Europe for infiltration.'

'Man that's crazy'

'Yeh Veronica it is. It is rumored that they even have invisible cars like the one in James Bond'

'Martin you really expect me to believe all this shit you're laying out to me?'

'Veronica it aint shit. These guys do exist and they are very much real humans. If you have a dead agent you're in a whole load of shit. The guys who did this knew he was on their trail. If this guy got knocked then the guys he was after are extremely dangerous.'

'Just what I need. My first case after transferring here and it seems to me like I've landed myself in a pile of bull shit.'

'Well you have me. He is after all German so our resources will be at your disposal.'

'Gee thanks Martin, that's amazing' Veronica practically spits the words out.

Martin senses her sarcasm and turns and walks away.

Veronica storms out the room after him. She walks into the briefing room to find her team waiting for her. She walks up to the evidence wall stick a photo of the victim on it. Turns to the gathering. Meet Toon Hilter. The Dead German.

Chapter 6

'Take her to the interrogation room. I'll be there soon.'

Veronica turns to Martin. 'You want to join me? We got a girl who said she met Toon yesterday.'

'Lead on Veronica.'

Veronica and Martin walk into the interrogation room and sit opposite a young girl in her early 20's.

Veronica takes the lead. 'So Miss Penny Miller. You said you were with Toon.'

'Who the hell is that?'

Veronica slides a photo across the table.

'That's Gunther. Such a shame.'

'Why is that?'

'He's hot but he's gay as hell.'

'What?'

'Look at this body. Do you think any guy can resist this?' She turns to Martin. 'Am I right officer?' She winks at Martin.

'She does have a point. She's really good looking.' Says Martin smiling at Penny.

'Cut the flirting you two. So Penny can you tell us anything else about him?'

'Well I was proved right because when I spoke to him he said he was waiting for his boyfriend.'

'Did he speak about his boyfriend?' Asks Martin.

'He could not stop talking about his boyfriend.' Replies Penny.

'Did he mention a name?' This time Veronica asks the question determined not to let Martin take control of the investigation.

'His name was Adolf something. Not...'

Veronica interrupts her. 'Did you get to meet him?'

'No I didn't get to meet him. Although I did see his back. Seemed well built like an army guy.'

'Is there anything more you can tell us about either men?' Enquires Veronica who is starting to get frustrated.

'Nope sorry.'

'Okay Penny you are free to leave.'

Penny gets up and walks to the door. She suddenly turns back to Veronica. 'Oh I forgot something...' She stares at Veronica and Martin.

'What is it Penny?' Ask Veronica.

Penny turns to Martin. 'You were the guy Gunther met. I remember that scar on your neck. I saw it on the guy he walked off with.'

Chapter 7

Veronica slams the door shut and turns around. 'Martin we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which is it going to be?'

Martin looks at Veronica. 'Ok I owe you and explanation. I'm Agent Adolf Vader. I'm an undercover agent with the German SS.'

'What the fuck?'

'Toon was on my team. He was here in the US tracking a big drugs and arms smuggling ring that's been operating out of Germany. He called and asked me to come saying he had sensitive information'

'So then why is he dead and did he give you the information?' Grills Veronica.

'No we met at the bar and then went to his place. I stepped out to buy some alcohol. When I got back he was dead. I...I...'

'You are an officer of the law. You should have reported it.' Says Veronica clearly trying to hide her disgust.

'He's German SS and I'm undercover too. I couldn't risk the operation. You should know that.'

Veronica shrugs and turns her back on Martin.

'I was given instructions from command center to join your investigation as one of my aliases. Hence Martin Hasselhoff' continues Martin.

'So what do I call you? Martin or Adolf or some other name?' Asks Veronica.

'Adolf.'

'Ok Adolf. I'm just stepping out of the interview room for a bit don't think about fleeing the scene.'

'I won't'

She walks out of the room. Suddenly CSI Gabriel comes running up to Veronica.

'You gotta come see this now.'

'Gabriel I have no time for nonsense. What is it?'

'Captain, you need to come see this. It's sensitive data. For your eyes only'

She follows Gabriel to the strategy room. She sees the ME and a whole bunch of computers.

'Captain I suggest you shut the door for what you're about to see.'

Veronica shuts the door and turns to the gathering. 'So tell me. Why am I here?'