Cinderella
Copyright 2008-2010 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. [email protected]
Cinderella - Book Two
by T.S. Severe
Chapter Eleven
"There really is a connection you know," Sofia said over breakfast. She was eating light as usual, having a croissant and coffee, but I was enjoying a local fruit salad which was quite good.
"What's that?" I gave her questioning look as I stabbed a piece of red papaya.
I felt well-rested after some six hours of sleep, which was still not enough for me probably, but some shoots were like that. Especially the marathon location shoots like the SI Swimsuit. It was much harder work than most people would ever appreciate.
"A connection between you and Paul." Sofia cleared her throat, glancing to her left, and she tugged up on her top, a low cut t-shirt really, as if to cover what little cleavage the girl had. She talked about getting implants, but I always talked her out of it. Her smallish tits were perfect.
"I know that," I said with a smile, following her gaze to see Perry, one of Maggie's assistants, entering the restaurant. "Wrong way girlfriend," I giggled. "Pull it down. Give him something to think about."
"Shhh…" Sofia made a face and turned away from the guy to look once more at me. "No. I mean, the reason I found you was because of him. There's a connection between all three of us."
"I thought you said Paul snuck out on you?" I said, chewing slowly around a bit of pineapple.
"He didn't sneak out," Sofia rolled her eyes. "He just wasn't there when I woke up."
"I dunno. Where I come from…"
"That's not the point anyway." Sofia ignored my grin and sing-song tone. "And I don't mean an obvious connection, more like a cause and effect thing."
"Cause and effect?" I giggled and Sofia bit her bottom lip, flashing her green eyes at me.
"Don't do that."
"Do what?" I asked innocently.
"Laugh at me," Sofia said. "I'm trying to explain what happened."
"I know what happened," I told her. "I was there, remember?"
"I mean before I met you," Sofia sighed. "I never would have been in Rome in the first place if it hadn't been for that Paul guy."
"Really?" I got a little more serious then, just as my friend already was.
She didn't think any of it was funny, and why would she? This was her life and Sofia had just found out that it wasn't as random as she thought. Unlike my experience with Paul, the girl was just now learning that someone else held a measure of control over who she was. It was probably a little frightening for her.
"Yeah," Sofia said, pulling her golden blonde hair back as a little breeze went through the open air restaurant.
"Did he send you plane tickets or…"
"No!" Sofia frowned as she thought I was still teasing her. "After that night I just realized he'd been right. It really was like I'd been asleep. I hadn't done anything, you know?"
"You were going to college," I shrugged. "What do you expect?"
"It was more than that. I was boring. I hadn't dated anyone. I hadn't gone anywhere," Sofia said with a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "I was completely uninteresting and even worse than that…"
"What?"
"All of my dreams were boring too. God!" she snorted. "I woke up and I dreaded going outside. I didn't want my old life."
"He turned you into a slut, didn't he?" I said with a giggle and then lost it quickly to the girl's emerald glare. "Sorry."
"I decided I wanted to do something interesting," Sofia said. "I wanted to meet interesting people and travel and have fun. I wanted…"
"This?" I stuck my tongue out at her and Sofia laughed finally, nodding her head and looking around with a happy sigh.
"Exactly," she told me. "This is exactly what I always dreamed of."
"And you never knew it," I agreed, surprised to realize that I was feeling much the same way.
"And I never knew it," Sofia said. "If it hadn't been for Paul…I never would have found you, Cindy."
I had no way of knowing whether or not that was completely true, but Sofia believed it. She'd come to Rome looking for me, looking for a job after reading about me in Elle magazine. I'd been complaining about how disorganized I was, kind of making fun of myself the way people do, but Sofia had read it like a help wanted ad in a newspaper. A young and beautiful, up-and-coming fashion model was looking for an able assistant. No experience necessary. Must be willing to travel to exotic places, meet famous people, and make a lot of money. Two weeks later she had the job and we'd never looked back.
Until now, and I wasn't sure I liked the idea of Paul playing with people the way he seemed to. But obviously Sofia was happy, just as I was, so was it really so terrible if that had been his plan all along? I just wished the guy would show up and explain it to me, but I hadn't seen him since the day he'd changed me into Cinderella. Sofia hadn't seen him since that night he'd woken her up with a kiss, like Sleeping Beauty, and I had no idea what Wolfgang and Eva's connection with the man was. Sofia and I were avoiding that subject for the moment.
"Go talk to the guy," I said as we finished our breakfast, giving Sofia a little push towards Perry.
The man was clean cut and square jawed, very cute and smiling at us from across the room. I rather hoped he was interested in Sofia rather than in me, but it was hard to tell. Everyone looked at me, it was only natural, and I just prayed he wasn't playing with my best friend to get to me. It happened sometimes and Sofia knew it, but she wasn't going to love the guy anyway. She just liked the sex and anyway, my best friend wasn't above using me to get a guy in bed either. She was kind of a slut, the same way we all were.
"What about you?" Sofia wondered, glancing at the guy who was eating with Maggie and her other assistant, a girl named Smithe with an e at the end. I think she was only an intern, which was why she didn't get a first name.
"I'll go catch the jeep with Erin," I said. "She won't mind."
"I should go with you…"
"Nah." I stood up slowly, stretching a little and then realized it probably looked like I was posing and I stopped. I hated that part about being me; I couldn't do anything without people thinking it was deliberate. Sometimes a girl just wants to stretch, you know?
"Have some fun," I told her. "Tomorrow's our last day and then it's off to dreary…Where are we going?"
"Dreary South Africa," Sofia said, mocking me. "For the dreary De Beers shoot wearing that dreary dress."
"Oh yeah," I giggled. "The world's most expensive dress. Great."
"A hundred million, Cindy." Sofia was standing up too. "You're going to make some best dressed lists this year."
She meant the dress was worth a hundred million, being made out of diamonds like it was. Thousands of tiny diamonds held together by some invisible space shuttle thread tied to each one by hand. I bet that job sucked. Wearing it would suck too, probably. I'd heard it weighed something like 80 pounds. Seriously. All those little carats add up quick! But all I had to do was pose in it for about an hour so they could take pictures for their big ad campaign.
"Hmph." I shrugged and decided I had to bring it up before I left for the other side of the island. "What do you think about Eva and Wolfgang?"
"Uh…" Sofia sighed. "I don't know. I think…They lied to us."
"Maybe they had a good reason," I said softly, mindful of where we were. "I like them a lot."
"I know."
"I trust them," I told the girl and Sofia nodded.
"They could hurt you, Cindy," Sofia told me quietly. "Without trying to. You have to be careful, okay?"
"You think I should send them away?"
"Yeah," Sofia said into my eyes. "I do."
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"Heh!" I grinned when I saw them, Eva and Wolfgang edging past the crowd gathered to watch me give head to an ice cream cone.
It was a local canteen near the market, very authentic and colorful which was why Peter had picked it. I was wearing a gorgeous sarong in green and gold, and a bikini top above that. My trademark bed head was a rich tangle of black silk around my face, which was perfectly made up to look like I wasn't wearing any makeup at all. The shoot was going extremely well and I was having fun, getting locals to pose with me, old women like the owner of the canteen, the small brown children who followed us shyly and then boldly asked for candy or money. It was great and I'd been able to lose myself for a few hours.
"Cindy!" Peter frowned as I'd just ruined his shot and I rolled my eyes.
"Sorry!" I sang softly, wrapping my pouting lips around the vanilla ice cream and trying to remember to turn my hips this way, arch my back that way, look at the camera…yeah…all natural…oops! A large dollop of ice cream fell on my right breast, running down my well-tanned flesh and into the valley between them.
That got a soft sigh from the gathered males and a very loud, "Cindy!"
"What?" I giggled, licking my lips and trying to be serious. "It's not my fault the ice cream is melting!"
"Alright," Peter sighed and looked at his watch. "Lunch! Quickly people. We're going to set up at the fish market in forty minutes!"
The crowd stayed with me, of course, and I wasn't moving. Rita was asking me if I wanted something to wear over my bikini and I shook my head. Erin wanted to wash my face and I shook my head at her, still eating my ice cream cone, ignoring the cold vanilla staining my tits. Some tourists were taking pictures of me, but that wasn't unusual and I ignored them as well.
"You guys want some ice cream?" I asked my two bodyguards as they emerged from the small throng.
"Ja," Eva said with a smile and Wolfgang shook his head.
"Yeah you do!" I grinned at the man and turned to Mahta, or Maitah maybe, I wasn't sure, asking the old woman for two more cones.
"You're very beautiful today," Wolfgang told me, smiling in a loose white shirt and khaki slacks, showing off that hard body of his. The man's brown hair was still unruly and he always needed a shave, but he was looking extra fine and right at home on the streets of Papeete. I thought he looked like a mercenary, sorta.
"You mean, sometimes I'm not?" I teased him. "I hope you got money cause I don't even have pockets."
"He means to say it is nice to see you smile," Eva answered for her half-brother, accepting a vanilla cone with a smile for the Polynesian woman.
Eva looked pretty fine as well, wearing a pair of white Capri pants and a pink halter top. The tight clothes really showed off her athletic form. The girl was lean, incredibly well-toned, and very graceful just sitting there, but giving me the impression that it was all calculated for effect. Like everything she did was premeditated and she'd watch my responses carefully. She was a challenge, like a puzzle, and her casual attire seemed oddly out of place. Eva didn't wear such clothing usually and she seemed ill at ease, like a vampire caught in daylight, for that was very much how I liked to think of her. It was her face, the high cheeks and narrow chin, her wide eyes staring intensely blue at whatever caught her interest.
How could I ever send them away?
I wanted to ask them about Paul and get some more of the story they told me the night before, but of course that was impossible. There were dozens of people surrounding us and no privacy at all. The crowd's reaction when I let Eva clean the ice cream from my breasts with a bottle of water and a napkin was fun. I'll admit I was putting on a little show maybe, and my two companions weren't especially comfortable with the situation, but I was totally enjoying myself. I even posed for a couple snapshots with the tourists, which was something I hardly ever did.
This really was the reason I was modeling. I didn't need the money. I hadn't touched my ten million at all. The money was still waiting in the Cayman Islands, mine for the taking anytime I wanted it. The fame was fun, sometimes, but more of a nuisance really. The attention. That's what I liked, the looks and smiles from people I didn't know, ordinary people paused in their lives to spend a moment with me. In Tahiti or Paris or anywhere else, people stopped what they were doing just to be close to me. It was addictive and dangerous, but I couldn't help myself. Nobody could.
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"Where…are…we going…Umph!" I asked Wolfgang, kind of hiccupping the words as the white Land Cruiser bounced up a mountain road, or goat path more like.
"Don't worry! I have a map," he chuckled, yanking the wheel over hard to avoid a fallen banana tree. It was soft and mushy anyway.
"Great!" I laughed, finding myself pressed against Eva as we rode together in the backseat.
"No seat belts!" Eva giggled as we were thrown the other way and I just grabbed the girl, determined to keep myself wedged against the door for the rest of the trip before I hurt something.
They'd rented the vehicle from the resort and driven to Papeete for the day. After the shoot was finished that afternoon, this was supposed to be my ride back. Obviously my friends had other plans and I thought I knew why. We needed to talk and they were probably more comfortable without Sofia being with us. Not that they didn't trust her, just that it was clear she was unhappy with them. They wanted to get me alone and after that we'd talk to Sofia. We all knew I wouldn't keep anything secret from her. Not anymore.
"Oh my God!" I grinned at the view, clapping my hands as we found ourselves overlooking a waterfall in the middle of the jungle.
The falls weren't overly large, but breathtaking all the same. The water took a hundred foot plunge, easily, and we could look down at a canopy of lush rainforest growing around a tropical pond of bright blue water with a half-dozen rainbows drifting through the mist. Getting up there had been a pain in the butt, literally, but the trip was worth it.
"Here. We'll rest, ja?" Eva was unrolling a thin bamboo mat on the grass trying to grow beneath the trees.
It was cool in the shade and we were up pretty high in the mountains that formed the center of the island. Off in the distance I could see the ocean ten or twelve miles away probably and above the horizon a line of dark clouds approaching fast. It rained every day in Tahiti and almost at the exact same time, about an hour before sunset. Hawaii had been the same way and I always wondered why.
"I wish I had a house up here," I said, relaxing as Wolfgang opened a cheap, Styrofoam cooler he'd bought in Papeete. He had some Australian wine in there, a blush or Chablis maybe, packed in ice and probably bruised pretty badly after our ride. Luckily it was only about ten bucks a bottle, so who would ever be able to tell? Not me.
"Are you cold?" Wolfgang asked, eyeing me in the sarong I'd stolen from Gabby's wardrobe after the shoot.
It was the same sarong I'd been wearing earlier and I was determined to keep it. Underneath, I wore orange bikini bottoms with strings, but I'd traded my bikini top for a t-shirt, a baby blue one that said "Tuna Friendy" across the back and nothing else. I'd thought that was pretty cool and I had no idea what it was supposed to mean. Friendy isn't even a word, is it?
"No, I'm fine," I told him, watching as the man sat down beside us, moving with the same easy grace his sister did. They were quite a pair and Wolfgang smiled when he caught my eyes.
"You are fine," he agreed gently, meaning it the way most men wouldn't. He was complimenting the person I was inside, not my appearance or my success, and I liked that very much.
"So…" I cleared my throat with a small blush. "You're going to explain everything now, right?"
"Mmmm…" Eva nodded, stretching out on the blanket and closing her eyes for a long moment.
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She was hunched over on the bed, naked with her long, pale legs drawn up near her small breasts, hugging her knees and rocking anxiously back and forth on the dirty mattress. Every now and again Eva would shiver, but she made no sound and despite her fatigue, the girl's dull blue eyes never left the door. It was shut tight and locked from the other side. There were no windows, no other furniture but that metal cot bolted to the cement floor and the thin mattress, stained and stinking of mildew.
She'd told him everything she knew, many times over the past week, changing her story until the lies gave way to the truth as he knew they would. The young woman had been beaten, but not severely, only enough to put the fear of it into her. Hunger and a lack of sleep, and most especially the drugs he'd used to punish and reward the policewoman were much more effective than physical torture. And he was not a cruel man, not in that sense, but merely ruthless and efficient. That Eva had been his lover for nearly a year might have made some small difference. She knew he'd been fond of her once.
When the door opened the man might have wanted anything. To feed her, bathe her, give her the heroin Eva was addicted to, or perhaps to finally kill her. The possibilities were endless and she was of no mind to speculate, but could only focus on her base instinct for survival. Eva was already crawling to the edge of her small bed as he locked the door behind him, panting with the hunger of her addiction. She wanted to see the needle in his hand, the rubber tubing that he would use on her arm, but this time he only wanted sex.
He gently stroked Eva's dirty hair while he stood there, watching as the girl's fingers fumbled with his trousers. When the man's penis was free and growing thick inside Eva's mouth, he reached lower, bending over to find her small breasts and long nipples. He played with Eva that way while she nursed on his cock eagerly, desperate to please him. If she was good he would reward her with the drugs her body craved. She could smell and taste another woman on him, a recent cunt that he'd fucked, and the flavor was oily, the odor pungent with the musk of their sex.
The man pinched Eva's nipples hard, tugging at them painfully so that he could hear her gasp around his thick manhood. He'd told her many times how attractive he found the girl. She was his type, as he liked to say, tall and lithe, very athletic with her narrow body and flat chest. Her face wasn't beautiful, no one would call her that, but pretty might have described her not so long before. She had high cheeks and a small mouth, a pointed nose and the most wonderfully blue eyes anyone had ever seen to compliment her fine platinum hair. It was her eyes he enjoyed and Eva gave them to the man, keeping her face tilted upward and watching his thin lips curl with pleasure.
His cock was long and swollen, uncircumcised as well and Eva moved the soft skin back and forth with her hands while she sucked him. He liked to have his foreskin played with, which had seemed odd to her in the beginning, but after so many months it was only natural for Eva to pull on his prick with her fist and gather the wrinkled flesh with her lips and teeth. Even erect like he was, the man's prepuce was generous and covered the bulbous glans easily. Precum tainted with recent ejaculate oozed out of it like thin milk and Eva used the tip of her delicate tongue to enter the soft hole, burrowing inside that small tube of skin and tickling his cockhead.
She used her other hand to free the man's balls and he had a large, healthy sack lightly covered with dark, matted hair. Eva rolled his testes with her nervous fingers, caressing them and squeezing them carefully. She would pull at the man's scrotum as she opened her mouth wide and took half of his cock easily into her warm, wet mouth. Eva was the best cocksucker he'd ever had, the man liked to say, praising the girl in the most vulgar terms and encouraging her to open her throat and take all of him.
Eva performed the trick easily now that the man's cock was wet and slippery with her saliva. Spittle ran from her mouth and down her chin and neck. Some of it would drip to the floor in long, silvery strands. Eva held her throat open, pushing her face forward and letting the man's cock slide across her tongue and into the waiting hole of her throat. She would hold him that way, moving her jaw like a snake, mouthing the base of his cock and trying to swallow around him. The tiny muscles in her pharynx massaged the man's penis, contracting around him as if trying to pull him deeper into her throat.
After some time, he released the girl's hardened nipples, throbbing and well swollen from his deliberate attentions, and moved his hands across her back and hips. It was awkward perhaps, but he was tall and his hands found Eva's ass easily enough. He would grab handfuls of her flesh and squeeze her while she continued to work on his cock, and a moment later Eva spread her thighs, shifting her hips as his fingers reached for her sex from behind.
He seemed pleased to find her cunt wet with excitement. Sometimes she was dry, despite the man's best efforts to arouse her, but this time Eva was responding to his touch and she offered her master a muffled moan as he split her ruddy labia with his fingertip. He would penetrate the girl as deeply as he could, reaching along her back and turning his body slightly to further his reach. Once his finger was wetted, he'd slide it out and upward to the soft pucker of her anus and push inside her there. Eva's asshole gave way without protest and she arched her spine against the pressure, grunting as he slipped inside her clasping rectum.
All the while, as the man moved his finger back and forth between her cunt and ass, Eva continued to suckle his prick. Her head was buried against his clothing, trapped in the humid air smelling of his sweat and piss and the stench of another woman's cum. She swallowed his precum mixed with her spit, as much as she could while the rest of it spilled from her lips. He would be a long time cumming, as always, and it was rare that Eva could bring him off with her mouth and hands before he grew impatient.
Most often he would want her cunt at the end, to finish inside her and he had a fetish for that. A perversion to fill Eva's womb with his seed and know the girl was fertile. She'd had two abortions over the year she'd been with him, each within days of learning she was carrying his child, and Eva was grateful that it was enough for him to merely know she was pregnant; he didn't need to actually see it.
So it was this time that the man eventually pushed Eva's mouth off his cock. He held her chin in his left hand, sliding his dirty finger between her bruised lips so that Eva could taste the sharp flavor of her own sex. The faintly bitter taste of her asshole was there as well, but she did little except fix her eyes on his and wash the man's digit clean. He smiled while he fucked her mouth that way, slowly moving his finger back and forth over her wriggling tongue.
Once satisfied with that, he turned her around, pushing and pulling at the girl until her knees were on the edge of the mattress. Eva dropped her head low, crossing her arms beneath her chin with her ass raised high and her sex vulnerable to him. She was eager for this, nodding to herself and even smiling, thinking that soon he would be finished and give her the reward she desired. He'd fix her with the heroin she needed and let her fall into the mind numbing pleasure of narcotic bliss. The anticipation was nearly unbearable to the girl and she wagged her hips, offering him the wordless begging of wanton whore.
The desire for the drug was much like that she might have felt for sex with a man she loved. There was little enough difference in Eva's behavior. Her body was warm, flushed with sweat as she knelt trembling and willing. Her legs were spread and the wetness trickled from between her pink labia. Her skin was wet with it and he could feel the small spasms inside her cunt as her body struggled with the adrenaline her rapid heart was feeding on. She held her breath while the man rubbed his naked prick along her slit, teasing her and chiding her gently for being such a slut. The words were wasted and meant little to Eva, only his cock mattered, and that merely so that she could get her fix when he was finished.
Eva gasped loudly as the air was kicked from her lungs. He'd lodged his cockhead at the entrance to her cunt, letting it rest there while he took firm hold of her narrow hips. Without warning he punched into her sex violently, driving his cock inside the unprepared girl with all of his strength. The man's blunt cockhead found the bottom of Eva's pussy with a shock of pain, for she wasn't very deep at all. The girl's sex was small inside and always tight at first. The man knew it, of course, and most often took her slowly in the beginning. But not this time. Not today.
Her thin muscles burned in protest as they were forced to stretch around the man's thick penis. Tears filled Eva's eyes and she shut them tightly, wincing beneath the painful experience and fighting to regain the air her heaving lungs had lost. She imagined she could feel something tearing inside her, as if the man was ripping her vagina apart, and she sobbed pitiably with newfound fear.
He fucked her that way for several minutes, withdrawing his penis nearly completely, as if cocking a pistol, and then pulling Eva's hips back to meet his urgent lunge. This was her punishment and Eva didn't attempt to escape it. She was helpless and broken beneath him and only when the man was satisfied by her soft weeping did he relent and assume a more gentle, almost tender union with the girl. He stroked her quivering flesh, sliding his hands up and down Eva's back while he worked his cock in and out of her pussy at a leisurely pace.
This was better and the pain was fading quickly. Eva ventured a look over her shoulder, giving the man her injured eyes and he smiled in reply. After bruising the girl's sex, he now offered her comfort and his hands were soothing to her taut flesh. Eva was able to relax slowly, letting the pain go away and with it much of her earlier fear. He was sliding his cock in and out of her sex easily, working himself inside the girl with a comforting familiarity that Eva's feverish mind embraced. He wouldn't hurt her anymore, she thought. The worst was over and now she could concentrate on making it good for him.
She began moving with the man, pushing herself back to meet his cock, and the small discomfort that lingered in her battered cunt was barely noticed. They'd made love this way countless times and Eva was able to find some semblance of genuine pleasure in the jumble of confused memories that filled her. The lack of nourishment and sleep, and her addiction to the drugs denied the girl any cohesion of thought, there was only purpose, and that was to please the man who owned her.
Eva tried to concentrate on finding the rhythm he wanted and though she moved with only a portion of her customary grace, it was still good enough for the man behind her. She was moving her ass in a slow, deliberate circle, rotating her hips as she'd work her pussy along the shaft buried inside her. Eva was doing all the work, moaning with unfeigned desire as her body responded to the mounting pleasure. Her nipples burned and itched as she moved her body across the mattress, pushing back less with her arms than with her shoulders. Eva tightened her stomach and arched her spine, drew tight the long sinews in her thighs, and all of that tension was felt inside her cunt.
The man was breathing harder, panting soft words of encouragement as he voiced his own exhilaration. His hands roamed the girl's body, pinching and pulling, stroking her damp skin while he thrust his hips against her. Soon he would cum for her, very soon as Eva struggled to join him. The ecstasy of sex was proving itself a brief, but powerful antidote to the raw hunger for heroin. She clung to that momentary relief with every ounce of energy her bewildered mind possessed. She wasn't merely surrendering to the pleasure of being fucked by the man who'd caged her like an animal, Eva was embracing it. She sought escape in the sudden rush of endorphins her climax brought. It was better than any drug, and if only for those few precious minutes, Eva was free of the torment her life had become.
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"Who was he?" I asked Eva after a long moment of silence. She'd spoken for half an hour at least, the words coming quickly in a dull, emotionless voice.
"He was Friedrich Dubert," she said, pronouncing the name Dew-bare.
"He's French?"
"Alsatian," Wolfgang answered for her. "French by birth, German by blood. His father was a merchant in Strasbourg and his mother from Kehl, a servant girl in the Dubert household. The bastard took his father's name, which is not uncommon."
"You seem to know a lot about him," I observed and Wolfgang shrugged.
"I spent a long time looking for him," he said. "Once he learned the truth about Eva, that he was being investigated, Dubert went into hiding."
"He took Eva with him?" I asked and she nodded.
"He loved me, I think," Eva sighed. "He could not let me go and he would not kill me."
"He just locked you up?"
"Ja. In the beginning," she said. "He would give me drugs, Ja? Only so I would want more."
"What about the police? They must have been looking for you…"
"Not officially," Wolfgang told me. "Losing Eva was embarrassing for her superiors; they didn't want anyone to know how they'd failed her."
"They left me there," Eva said softly. "When I was in trouble. And after it was too late…" she shrugged. "It was too late."
"But you found her," I said to Wolfgang.
"In Hamburg," he agreed. "Eva was working as a prostitute by then. Dubert used her to entertain his Russian friends, the men he was in business with."
"What business?" I asked.
"Hamburg is the second busiest seaport in Europe," Wolfgang explained. "So it is easy to move weapons and drugs, restricted technology, almost anything you can think of. A shipment of machine parts from Russia might have one container filled with anti-tank rockets. When the ship stopped in Hamburg, Dubert would switch that container with another and put it with a shipment of fertilizer bound for Libya, for example."
"So he was just the middleman."
"Precisely," Wolfgang nodded. "So long as the cargo never left the port, it never went through customs. The German's wouldn't look too closely at anything but the paperwork. Moving the goods like that, switching transports in Hamburg, made it very difficult for anyone trying to track suspected shipments."
"They'd be following the wrong cargo." I looked at Eva. "That's what you were supposed to investigate? It sounds like a job for the CIA or somebody."
"No." she shook her head. "We think he is just a drug dealer. A pimp. We don't know his real business."
"That was part of the problem," Wolfgang said. "Why Eva was abandoned. After Dubert disappeared, the Berlin police learned that they had compromised a Bundespolizei investigation into Dubert's possible connection with supplying weapons to terrorists."
"So they wanted to forget the whole thing, I bet."
"Exactly," Wolfgang agreed. "There was a lot of trouble over this. Many countries were interested, including the United States, and the Berlin police were trying to cover their tracks."
"Cover their asses," I sighed. "So they blamed Eva?"
"No," Wolfgang actually smiled at his sister. "That would have made more problems for them. Losing an officer is always bad, but Eva had turned informant for Dubert. She gave him copies of files, lists of witnesses and the evidence against him. To admit any of that would have been disastrous for a department already in trouble."
"So what did they do?"
"They killed me," Eva said with a laugh. "They found a body, a girl young like me, you see? And they give her my name."
"What?" I blinked at her, but she was serious and Wolfgang was nodding his head.
"Eva died a hero," he said, stroking the girl's thigh affectionately and she smiled up at him. "The matter was quickly closed and that was the end of it."
"And you were…what? Part of the anti-terrorism investigation thing?" I asked Wolfgang.
"No," he shook his head. "Not directly, but I was aware of it. I was newly assigned to GSG-9 then, still learning my job."
"You knew this Dubert guy though."
"I knew of him," Wolfgang agreed. "GSG-9 is part of the Bundespolizei, the Federal Police, it was very simple to put the pieces together. After I was dismissed and discovered Eva is my sister…"
"You found her," I said.
"I found Dubert," he shrugged. "That was shortly after I'd heard Eva was dead."
"What did you do?" I asked. "I mean, if they said she was killed, then what were you looking for?"
"Revenge," Wolfgang said.
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He rapped lightly on the door of the apartment and being expected as he was, Wolfgang was greeted warmly. Angela Schmidt, or simply Geli as she preferred, was very attractive and she knew it. The forty-four year old woman held the edge of her door with her left hand high. Her right hand was on her hip as she offered the man a petulant smile.
"You're late," she said. "I was thinking of going out."
"I was delayed," Wolfgang shrugged, removing his hand from behind his back. "It's not so easy to find roses in Berlin this time of year."
"A gentleman!" Geli laughed lightly, making her suddenly seem twenty years younger. She took the flowers, a half-dozen red roses, with a graceful gesture and stood aside to let the man enter.
"I'm not sure of the customs," Wolfgang said, looking around the large sitting room and finding it warm and comfortable.
"You've never been with a woman?" Geli smiled at him. "Sit there. I'll fix us something to drink. What do you like?"
"Do you have brandy?" Wolfgang approached the fireplace. It was no longer usable as the old building had long been converted to natural gas, but well crafted and decorative enough to remain.
"My favorite," the woman replied, standing at a small bar, an antique liquor cart filled with many different bottles.
Wolfgang reached for the mantle where a dozen framed photographs overlapped each other. The one that caught his immediate attention was in a silver frame, in the center of the others. The girl was young, all of sixteen perhaps, smiling for the camera with hair white as snow and eyes blue as a summer sky. She bore some resemblance to Geli in the shape of her face, but it was their eyes that made the connection obvious. Geli's were equally blue, equally bright, and they were smiling as she approached the man with his drink.
"My daughter," she said as Wolfgang replaced the photograph carefully. "Eva."
"She's very pretty," Wolfgang said, taking his brandy from the woman's delicate fingers.
"Yes." Geli smiled at the photo.
"And this man?" Wolfgang reached for another picture, lifting it carefully.
"Are you sure you're not a policeman?" She laughed, teasing Wolfgang. "I've been blessed with many…friends."
"I see." Wolfgang nodded, looking at the photo of his father with his arm around Geli, smiling for the camera as they sat over a romantic dinner. It was a picture of the sort tourists buy and he wondered where it had been taken.
"I would like to be your friend tonight," Geli whispered, standing close as she reached around Wolfgang, pressing her hand to his stomach, sliding it lower.
"Of course," Wolfgang said, putting the picture back on the mantle and turning slowly. "Do I pay first, or…"
"Mmmm…" Geli gave him a tiny shrug. "Pay now and we can relax, yes?"
Wolfgang had already prepared the money and he reached into his suit, producing a plain, white envelope.
"Just put it there," Geli's eyes darted towards the mantle. "Perhaps you would like me to do…this?"
Wolfgang narrowed his eyes, watching the woman's amused face as she sank gracefully to her knees in front of him. He'd never been with a prostitute before and hadn't been entirely sure what to expect. The man had intended to talk with her, that was all. He'd arranged this liaison through the escort agency Geli worked for, but the idea of having sex with his father's mistress, with the mother of his half-sister…
She was beautiful though, more so than her daughter, and Wolfgang admired Geli's conscious pose as she opened his trousers easily. The woman wore a pink satin bathrobe which had been closed and knotted previously, but somehow the sash had come undone and Geli smiled up at the man as she shrugged her pale shoulders and let the robe fall down her back with a whisper.
Now she wore a bra and panties, a matched set in black lace which contrasted starkly with her white skin. Her body was tall and thin, very firm despite her age, and Geli's breasts seemed especially perfect the way only silicone can be. Nevertheless, they were attractive in their sensual bondage and Wolfgang didn't stop the woman as she pulled his semi-hard penis free.
"Hmmm…Very nice," Geli decided happily as she fondled Wolfgang's prick, holding it on her left palm and stroking it with the fingers of her right hand. "We're going to be good friends tonight, I think."
"Perhaps the, uh…bedroom?" Wolfgang cleared his throat, holding his drink and unsure of what to do with his other hand.
"Later," Geli breathed, pursing her red lips and kissing the head of his uncircumcised cock where it was already exposed. "I want you to last a long time when we make love."
"Ohhh…" Wolfgang said with a nod, letting his breath out slowly as the woman took his cock inside her mouth. She was wet and warm and her tongue was well-practiced with the intimacies of fellatio.
Geli sucked his cock patiently, moving her mouth up and down the shaft, drawing her cheeks inward as she coaxed him to full erection. He was well built and larger than average, thick and long with a slight upward curve which Geli seemed to enjoy a great deal. She'd pulled Wolfgang's foreskin back and washed his smooth cockhead with her extended tongue, keeping her eyes on his face while she licked around the pronounced ridge.
"Do you mind?" Wolfgang asked after setting his drink aside. He was reaching for Geli's hair which was pinned up in a fashionable coif with thin silver combs.
He let the woman's hair come loose and the difference was startling as her platinum hair fell in a soft cascade around Geli's shoulders. She looked much more like her daughter, Wolfgang thought, and hardly in her mid-forties. He wondered at how truly beautiful the woman must have been at twenty, when she'd given birth to her only child. It was no wonder his father had loved this woman. That she was a whore would have made little difference to the man, as evidenced by his seeming devotion. For almost ten years he'd found the means to support Geli, seven of those after Eva was born and Wolfgang had no doubt that his father had made every effort to care for the girl.
But sex and physical beauty alone could not explain everything and Wolfgang was not so foolish as to think he would ever completely understand his father's motives. Perhaps it was simply love. Whatever the reason, Wolfgang's mother had turned a blind eye to what she must have suspected, and so the son felt no anger or animosity towards Geli. He couldn't blame her, only his father, and he was now in prison.
"There was perhaps a sense of justice when I took her to bed," Wolfgang admitted with a shrug and I'd been watching Eva, wondering at her casual acceptance of what her brother was telling me.
"Because she was your dad's mistress?" I asked him.
"Yes," Wolfgang said. "I was taking what he could no longer have. What he most wanted, I think."
"He is the devil, ja?" Eva laughed lightly, lying on her back with her head in my lap. "Fucking my mother. Do not believe Wolfgang is so innocent."
"Does it bother you?" I asked her, simply because it didn't seem to.
"No," Eva said with a curious smile. "Why should it? I knew my mother was a whore and my brother is a man. He did not know me."
"I would have fucked her anyway," Wolfgang chuckled. "The both of you at the same time. I would have enjoyed that."
"Hmmm…" Eva tilted her head so she could pout at him. "Don't be perverse."
"No?" Wolfgang shook his head. "You wouldn't do it?"
"Watch you fuck her?" Eva shrugged and brought her eyes back to me. "I would have helped him."
"Really?" I giggled and rolled my eyes, stroking her hair slowly.
"Ja," she agreed with a sigh. "I am so helpless for him."
"Geli knew who I was anyway," Wolfgang said. "In the morning, after our shower together, she asked me if I'd seen my father."
"She knew the whole time?" I looked at him and Wolfgang shrugged.
"Perhaps. I think so," he said.
"They are very much alike," Eva told me. "They have the same eyes, the same smile. My mother would know him instantly."
"I guess she didn't have any problems with it, huh?" I laughed. "That must have been weird."
"She asked me why I'd come to her," Wolfgang explained. "If I was angry, if I wanted…something. I told her I wanted to find my sister, that was all."
Geli opened her dresser and removed a thin packet of letters bound with a rubber band. She was damp and pink from the shower, naked but for a pair of panties and a towel, worn like a turban around her hair. Wolfgang was drying himself, standing in the bathroom doorway with his cock still semi-hard, swollen and dark after fucking the woman. She'd asked him to wear condoms during the night, but in the shower she hadn't said a word as she rolled her ass against his erection. Wolfgang had been washing her back with soapy hands and as Geli reached down to guide his cock inside her, he reached around to hold the woman's breasts.
They'd made love that way, with Geli's back against his chest, grinding her cunt on his penis beneath the hot spray. It was even better than it had been the night before. Wolfgang's naked cock thrusting into her sex eagerly, finding her still tight and hot as Geli used her skilled pussy to grip the shaft and hold him inside her. She turned her head, begging for a kiss and moaning as Wolfgang squeezed her firm tits, thumbing the woman's dark, blood engorged nipples. She accepted his tongue for several minutes, until Wolfgang's patience expired and he pushed the woman down.
Geli had braced herself against the tiled wall, gasping and arching her spine while Wolfgang held her hips and plunged his cock inside her quickly. He enjoyed the view of her pale ass slapping against his body, the vision of his long cock appearing and disappearing between the woman's thick labia. He pulled her cheeks apart and admired the way her puckered anus would spasm with the contractions of her cunt. She was cumming and Wolfgang stabbed his erection deeply into the woman, holding his father's mistress impaled on his prick with the sublime walls of her sex trembling around him.
"I'm going to cum," Wolfgang warned her, offering Geli the choice and she pushed herself back with a sudden urgency.
"Good…Yes…Ummm…Inside me…I want to feel it…" she told him between gasps and groans, panting beneath the weight of her unending climax.
Wolfgang did not disappoint her, but took Geli hard and fast for a minute more before loosing his seed inside her eager womb. She kept him inside for several minutes, until long after his orgasm had passed. She reached for the faucet and turned the water off before letting him withdraw slowly from between her legs. Geli didn't wash herself clean, but dried her body quickly before pulling a pair of panties tight against her sperm laden sex. She smiled at Wolfgang's reflection in the mirror, wiping at the fog with her hand.
"Tell me now," she'd said with a small smile. "How is your father? I read about him in the newspapers. Have you seen him recently?"
"I don't know what you mean…" Wolfgang said slowly, trying to mask his surprise at being found out, but Geli was shaking her head.
"You look very much like him," she said into the mirror and then turned around, letting her gaze fall. "But you're bigger than he is."
"Mmmm…" Wolfgang smiled self-consciously. "He's in prison, awaiting his trial. I haven't spoken to him."
"You should," Geli said seriously, bringing her brilliant blue eyes to his. "He spoke of you often when he was here. I was very jealous of your mother…" she was quiet for a moment. "Is she well?"
"My mother? No," Wolfgang answered slowly. "She died last year."
"Oh," Geli said softly. "I'm sorry."
"She was very ill," he told her. "It was better for her to end it."
"And that is why you're here?" Geli asked him. "Have you come to…hurt me?"
"No." Wolfgang sighed, closing his eyes for several seconds. "I didn't intend to…"
"It's alright." Geli relaxed noticeably, letting out a deep breath.
"I want to find my sister," Wolfgang said, clearing his throat and remembering the towel in his hands. He began drying himself again.
"May I ask why?" Geli asked over her shoulder as she left the bathroom and entered her bedroom.
"I…" Wolfgang moved to the doorway. "I have no one else now."
"Like me," she said with a smile, opening the drawer of her dresser. "That is life, yes?"
"I don't know," Wolfgang answered honestly. "I just…I have no life anymore."
"I understand." Eva withdrew her letters, pulling the envelope on top free of the rubber band. "I haven't seen Eva in a long time, but she writes…Used to write."
She turned to the man, holding her letter and regarding it with a sad smile. Geli came to a decision with a nod of her head, and she walked over to Wolfgang, offering the envelope for him to take.
"This is her last letter to me," she said. "It isn't very recent, I'm afraid. Maybe it will help you."
"Thank you," Wolfgang said.
"If you find her will you ask her to…" Geli shrugged. "Just tell her I'm well. I love her."
"Of course," Wolfgang said with a small bow of his head, looking at the letter in his hand.
"You can see yourself out, I think," Geli said with an apologetic smile. "I would like to lie down."
"Yes," Wolfgang agreed and they said nothing further while he dressed and finally slipped out of the woman's bedroom. He paused in the sitting room, removing Eva's photograph from its silver frame. He thought Geli would forgive him for that.
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"Aiii…Shit!" I laughed as the clouds broke over us with a sudden downpour. I hadn't even noticed that the tropical squall had reached the island, we'd been so intent on listening to Wolfgang's story.
"Hurry!" Eva was giggling as she pulled me to my feet and Wolfgang was opening the passenger door of the Land Cruiser for us.
There's no other rain like it, the deluge that comes almost without warning in the equatorial tropics. In the minute that it took for the three of us to pile into the vehicle, we were well soaked. We probably could have just sat there and waited it out, such things lasting only fifteen or twenty minutes usually and wet is wet, after all. But this was better and Eva was kneeling on the seat, digging through the back for a towel. I slapped her butt as it wiggled back and forth in her tight pants, drawing a wave of her hand.
"Do you think she got pregnant?" I asked Wolfgang, because he'd made it sound like that's what Geli wanted.
"Here. Give me this," Eva said, meaning my head as she started scrubbing my wet hair with a thin beach towel.
"Heh!" Wolfgang chuckled at us and I was making a face at Eva's enthusiasm. "I don't know. It's possible."
"You didn't wonder about it?" I asked him, using a corner of the towel to wipe my face and neck.
"I didn't see her again," he shrugged with a glance at Eva, undoing the three buttons holding his shirt closed and peeling the white silk from his body.
The rain was very loud and the wind had picked up, but there was no thunder or lightning, nothing like that. Once I was almost sort of dry, Eva gave the towel to her brother and started lifting my t-shirt. I might have protested, but it was fun and I didn't mind. I had to lift my arms and bend over, giggling along with Eva as the cotton was pulled inside out along my back and over my tits as they hung wet and heavy beneath me.
"I'm cold," I pouted playfully, turning sideways in the middle of the bench seat and leaning my back against Wolfgang's chest.
"I'll warm you," he promised, turning and hugging me around my tummy. I crossed my arms over his, bringing my knees up and facing Eva as she draped my t-shirt over the back of the driver's seat.
"Take yours off too," I told the girl, since Wolfgang and I were both topless now.
"I am, ja," she agreed with a little tongue between her lips and I sighed as I watched Eva pull her halter top up and over her head.
She was feeling the chill as well, but only because we were so used to the warmth of the sun. Now it was cloudy and we were probably a thousand feet above the ocean, and wet…So yeah, it was a little cool and I eyed her thick, brown nipples as they stood out like bullets from her nearly flat chest. Eva was combing her fingers through her hair, turned dark with the rain, and she looked like such a tomboy. I could see her muscles moving beneath her lightly tanned skin, flexing and undulating with every gesture she made.
Eva was making my cock hard. They both were. Wolfgang held me tightly with his chin on my left shoulder, his fingers curling gently against my ribs. I could feel his smooth chest and stomach against my back, solid as stone and yet somehow soft and warm and alive. His thin beard tickled and I could hear his breath moving past my ear. I could smell him, I thought, the faint scent of a long day walking through Papeete. It was a man smell and not unpleasant to me at all.
"I hope he did it," Eva said, smiling as she found a place between my legs, laying with her wet hair on my tummy and her feet high, the girl's toes wiggling against the glass of the passenger door which had become fogged.
"Did what?" I wondered, putting my arms around her shoulders, crossing them at the wrists as I covered her small breasts with my palms.
"Made a baby," she said, looking up at me with a grin. "I will have a sister and a niece, ja?"
"A brother and a nephew?" I giggled.
"Don't encourage her," Wolfgang said with a soft chuckle.
"Well…" Eva sighed. "She would not be alone anyway, if Wolfgang gave her a child."
"Do you miss her?" I asked Eva and the girl nodded.
"Sometimes I do," she said. "But no…She was a very bad mother."
"Really? How?" I asked. "She didn't, um…you know…"
"Abuse me?" Eva giggled. "No, no…I mean to say she spoiled me terribly. Wolfgang will tell you…"
"It's true," the man agreed with a theatrical sigh.
"…I must get what I want now or I will have the worst seizures…"
"Fits," Wolfgang corrected her. "You will have a fit."
"Ja ja…I'm talking," Eva giggled. "Shut-up now."
"The good thing for Eva," Wolfgang said, ignoring her command, "is that she doesn't know what she wants."
"I do!" she protested.
"And all you have to do is wait five minutes and she'll change her mind anyway," he laughed. "You'll see."
"Don't listen to him," Eva sighed. "I'm his little sister, so of course he must pick on me."
"Naturally," I smiled at her, teasing her wonderfully long nipples with my fingernails.
"I was much happier as an only child," Wolfgang said.
"Liar!" Eva laughed. "I want you to be nice now. Cindy is tired to hear your outrageous lies about me."
"And tonight she will want me to be bad," Wolfgang said, and then put his mouth on my ear. "She'll ask me to tie her to the bed and punish her."
"Hmmmm…" I smiled, shrugging my shoulder against his ticklish breath.
"What is he saying now?" Eva asked me. "Never mind. Keep your secrets. I don't care."
"Shhh…" I shushed the girl with a smile. "I think the rain is stopping."
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Wolfgang bent his knees, squatting to retrieve two brass shell casings and slipping them into a small ziplock bag from his pocket. He tugged at the nylon stocking covering his head, both to obscure his features and minimize the amount of trace evidence he might leave behind. There would be some, that was inevitable, but there was little sense in making it any easier for investigators than he needed to. After he was finished, Wolfgang would lose all of the clothing he wore, dump his weapon, and with luck disappear forever.
The early morning light filled the spacious apartments. Friedrich Dubert lived well and enjoyed his comforts, among them the modern penthouse located in the old section of Hamburg. The large sitting room offered a wonderful view of the many canals crossing the predominantly commercial district. It is an odd fact that Hamburg has more bridges than Amsterdam and Venice combined, although in all fairness the German city lacks much of their old world charm. Wolfgang cared for none of that as he crossed the sitting room quickly and quietly, the rubber soles of his shoes sinking into the thick carpeting. Behind him, inside the foyer and slumped against the wall, Dubert's bodyguard stared sightlessly down at his feet. Rudolf had been entirely too predictable in his morning routine of buying the morning paper, a pack of American Marlboro cigarettes, and a box of strudel. On this particular morning it had cost him his life.
Outside the closed door of the master bedroom, Wolfgang paused, tilting his head and listening intently. From the other side he could hear the faint sounds of a bed creaking, a low moan followed by a soft, high-pitched giggle, and the soft murmur of a man's voice.
"Like that…Bitch…Yes…"
The bitch would be Dubert's companion from the evening previously, a long legged blonde who worked one of the local clubs. Wolfgang had spent a week watching, making his plans and waiting for the best opportunity. He had little doubt that Dubert was under surveillance by the German Bundespolizei and so the risks were not small. Killing the man would be the easy part, getting away with it would be more problematic. Until recently that might have made a difference, perhaps even have saved Herr Dubert's life, but not anymore. Not since Eva's much publicized funeral in Berlin.
Wolfgang no longer cared what might happen after he killed his sister's murderer.
He tightened his gloved right hand around the pistol he carried, a Glock 19 fitted with a long suppressor. It was the "compact" version of the Glock 17, the standard issue firearm for GSG-9, and Wolfgang was very familiar with the weapon. The only real difference between the two being a shorter barrel and grip. He'd used two 9mm rounds on Rudolf and the thirteen remaining bullets would be more than enough for Dubert. Wolfgang's index finger tightened until he felt the faint sensation of the trigger safety disengage through the thin latex of the surgical glove. At the same time he was turning the doorknob slowly, keeping the door itself tight against the jam.
Dubert and his girlfriend were naked on the bed, facing away from the door. He had the woman on her back, with her legs over his shoulders while he knelt between her thighs, driving his swollen penis in and out of her cunt. This made it easy for Wolfgang, who stood in the open doorway pointing his pistol at the oblivious pair from less than three meters away. He wasted little time admiring the view, but crossed to the bed quickly, grabbing Dubert by his thin black hair and yanking the man upright so that he was sitting awkwardly between his ankles.
"Don't talk," Wolfgang whispered, pressing the cold steel of the suppressor against the back of Dubert's neck.
The blonde, flushed and panting with the exertions of sex, blinked in confusion as her long legs fell away from her lover. She appeared not to see, or at least comprehend, that they were no longer alone. She stared at Wolfgang's dark, distorted face for a full three seconds before she opened her mouth as if to scream.
"Shhh…Sit up," Wolfgang told her. "Slowly. Put your hands on your head. Do it. Now!"
"Whoever you are…" Dubert started saying slowly, only to jerk as he felt the gun being pressed harder against his sweaty skin.
"Be quiet," Wolfgang told the man, watching as the woman hesitated and then moved, doing as he'd instructed. He was relieved that she was handling herself so well, Wolfgang didn't want to hurt her at all.
"…I can pay you," Dubert continued. "I have money. Just tell me how much…"
"Now, get off the bed…" Wolfgang told the girl. "Very slowly, like that. Good girl…And go into the bathroom…Over there…Go inside and close the door. You may lock it behind you. I won't hurt you. Go on…"
"What about Freddie?" she asked softly, her voice quivering as she paused at the bathroom door.
"He'll be fine," Wolfgang lied. "But if you come out of there before I am gone, I will shoot you in the face."
"Oh!" She jerked at that, losing what little color she still had, and quickly closed the bathroom door behind her with an audible click as the woman locked it.
"Now you can talk," Wolfgang said to Dubert, pulling the man once more by the hair, dragging him backward and off-balance from the bed to the floor.
"Ah! Bastard! What do you want? Who are you?" Dubert asked, sprawled naked on the carpet as Wolfgang took a step back and then another. "Answer me!"
Pffft!
"Arrrgh!" Dubert screamed as his left kneecap seemed to explode with blood and cartilage. He clutched at the wound with his hands, trembling and suddenly pale as he writhed in pain.
"Do you want to ask more questions?" Wolfgang asked him in a soft voice. "I have the answers," he held up the gun, "right here."
"Wha…Why?" Dubert managed to gasp and the Glock spit its violent reply into the man's right kneecap.
Pffft!
"Gaahhh!" Dubert's body didn't attempt to curl up this time, but rather stiffened as his spine went straight as a board. His hands were clenched at his sides and his face was a mask of torment.
"Now that you know who I am and what I want…" Wolfgang said, approaching the man and squatting beside him, mindful of the blood soaking into the carpet. "I have a question that will tell you why."
Wolfgang reached into his jacket, pulling out Eva's photograph, the one he'd taken from Geli's apartment. The one he'd been carrying for nearly six months while he tracked her across Germany. He held it out, coaxing Dubert in a gentle voice to focus his eyes one last time and see the reason he was slipping into shock.
"Do you remember her?" Wolfgang asked patiently.
"Y-Yessss…" Dubert said between his chattering teeth. He was sweating profusely and his pallor was deathly white.
"Are you sorry you killed her?" Wolfgang wondered, not really expecting an answer as he pressed his pistol against the man's forehead. His finger tightened on the trigger…
"N-No…not dead…" Dubert panted, the air rushing in and out of his lungs like bellows stoking a fire.
"What?" Wolfgang eased his finger.
"Ebbb en eben strassss…" Dubert licked his lips, fighting to get the words out.
"Ebenstrasse?" Wolfgang asked and the man nodded weakly and then groaned, lifting his head and turning his eyes downward, trying to see his destroyed knees.
"Ambulance," he breathed, bringing his eyes to Wolfgang's face.
"In a minute," he promised Dubert. "Eva is alive? She's here…In Hamburg?"
"Yes…Ebenstrasse…" The man swallowed thickly. "Club Nacht Baden…"
"Nacht Baden Leber? The cabaret?" Wolfgang asked and Dubert nodded with a grimace, dropping his head to the carpet.
"She is…there…safe," he said, closing his eyes against the effort of speaking. "I need…doctor…"
"No, you don't," Wolfgang told him, standing slowly and stepping back. He took steady aim. "Not anymore."
Pffft!