Marquanteur And The Special Pistol: France Crime Thriller
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Marquanteur And The Special Pistol: France Crime Thriller
by Alfred Bekker
Two criminal organizations fighting for their position of power in Marseille. Only one can emerge victorious. And already one of the bosses is murdered. Will it now come to a war between the two criminal organizations? Or is there something else behind it altogether, as more murders are committed. Has someone made a decision and is living only for revenge? Investigators Pierre Marquanteur and François Leroc follow the trail of blood that runs through Marseille.
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.
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 Special Pistol - Alfred Bekker
1
It may be that there is some ruthless cleaning up to be done today,
Jean Rabiot growled, but that's nothing new for you.
His two bodyguards acknowledged this with a brief nod. They held their Uzi submachine guns at the ready.
The trio reached the dark teak door at the end of the hall. A guard in a dark suit stood in front of it.
Close your mouth, Bruno! Haven't you ever seen us before?
asked Rabiot.
The guard stepped aside. The door opened. Jean Rabiot's massive figure entered the room.
Even his well-built bodyguards looked slight compared to this gray-bearded colossus in a tailored suit.
Rabiot could literally feel a breeze of ice wafting over him. The faces of the men who had taken their seats at the table were rigid. Their expressions would have suited a funeral. Rabiot had been number one in this syndicate long enough to know that this was a life-threatening moment. The mood was against him.
Rabiot had one of his bodyguards pull the chair back for him. Then he sat down. The thick Havana in the corner of his mouth went out. A bad omen ...
He cursed softly to himself.
The two gorillas positioned themselves behind their boss.
The heavy teak door slammed shut.
So what's up?
growled Rabiot, It wasn't me who insisted on this meeting.
Silence reigned. You could have heard a pin drop in that second.
Rabiot did not like this mood.
His gaze went down the row of people present. They were all people from his organization. They had all come. This meeting had become a kind of plenary assembly. No one had told him that before. He began to suspect what was going to happen here.
A coup!
There have been problems lately,
said one of the people present. He had a half bald head and high cheekbones.
So what?
hissed Rabiot, fixing his counterpart with an icy stare.
A lot of people here think you're out of touch.
Oh, really,
Rabiot caustically retorted. You know what I think, Simon? I think you overestimate yourself!
The fact is that the Ukrainians are giving us a hell of a hard time,
it now came from another side. We need a change at the top.
A murmur of approval arose. There was a rip-rip-rip as the bodyguards of the great Rabiot loaded their Uzi submachine guns.
And instantly the room was quiet again.
Dead quiet!
I get the feeling that some of you haven't really thought your minds through yet,
Rabiot said. He picked up his Havana and tossed it aside. He screwed up his face in disgust. Really seems like I've been a little too lenient with some of you. But mistakes are there to be corrected.
You said it, Rabiot,
Simon said now. His voice clinked like ice.
And Jean Rabiot's eyes widened in horror as the barrels of the two Uzis were suddenly aimed at him.
His own people! Rabiot was frozen with shock.
No ...
he whispered.
Fear sweat formed on the forehead of the colossus.
Get up, Rabiot!
said Simon.
What are you going to do?
Simon smiled.
It's not our way to murder one of our own. At least not unless we absolutely have to. Although one or two of you in this room might actually have very good reasons for breaking every bone in your body with your own hands.
Simon shrugged. We're not brutes, after all.
But ...
There's someone who seems particularly hell-bent on sending you over the Jordan River in person!
Jean Rabiot started to stutter.
Look, I ...
Forget it, Rabiot! It's not possible to reach an agreement. Not anymore.
What do you mean?
Rabiot was still gasping for air.
His own bodyguards grabbed him and took him in the middle.
Nice working for you, Rabiot,
one of them said, grinning wryly. But everything comes to an end.
2
She was a beauty. The tight-fitting dress hid little of her exciting figure.
The seduction in person, that was her!
Only something was wrong with her eyes.
They were sea green. But they did not remind of the scent of seaweed - but of the cold facetted eyes of a snake. An icy look, in which deadly determination stood.
The large .45-caliber automatic in her right hand gleamed golden. A weapon whose projectiles could rip a man's skull off. Much too big for her delicate hands. With one swift movement, she slid the magazine into the gun. A devilish smile flitted across her full-lipped mouth. Then she put the gun in her purse.
It couldn't be long before she would finally have the man in front of her gun whose death she longed for like nothing else.
A cool wind blew from the sea over the industrial wasteland in the north of Marseille. A factory building whose demolition was about half complete. Today was Sunday, so the big machines with the wrecking balls were on break.
A place made for murder ...
You're taking your time,
said the dark-haired curly-headed man standing a few feet away from the young woman. He stomped out his cigarette. An Uzi submachine gun hung over his shoulder.
Don't worry, Cyril,
she said, it'll all work out.
You're taking this pretty well, Juliette.
Shouldn't I?
We're not killing anyone here.
I know! I know better than anyone, Cyril!
She smiled.
Her plan was perfect. She trusted it. Nothing could go wrong.
At that second, the dark, extra-long Mercedes sedan came around the corner. Rabiot's car. But he was no longer in charge of the route.
The car approached, stopped. A door opened.
A massive figure was brutally pushed out.
Jean Rabiot was writhing on the floor, groaning. He looked up. His pale face lost the last vestige of color.
Juliette - you?
he muttered, stunned.
Juliette had meanwhile taken out her pistol and loaded it. She stepped closer, grasping the gun with both hands.
The door of the Mercedes sedan was closed again. The car sped away with screeching tires.
Rabiot looked after him for a moment.
Juliette laughed.
Yeah, your guys did a good job, huh?
He tried to get up. With some effort, the massive Rabiot finally succeeded. He looked at Juliette.
I don't understand ...
he muttered.
No?
Her voice sounded like ice. She stepped toward him. You really don't know? Then you're no different now than the many whose life light you snuffed out with a snap of your fingers, Jean!
She laughed. Au revoir, Rabiot!
And then she pulled the trigger. Again and again. And her face contorted into a grimace. The first bullet hit Rabiot in the torso. He staggered back, while the next bullet pierced his chin. Even before the massive figure plopped heavily to the ground, Juliette had fired half a dozen rounds. She didn't even stop firing when the big boss was already lying on the ground in a strangely contorted position. Motionless. And dead.
3
Pierre Marquanteur, FoPoCri,
I introduced myself to the tall police officer. I pointed next to me. This is my colleague François Leroc.
The man nodded.
You're really fast,
he said appreciatively.
François and I hadn't even been in the office that morning. I had picked François up at the usual corner, then the call had come from headquarters. And instead of going to La Canebière, where the FoPoCri Marseille had its headquarters, we had gone to Mourepiane as quickly as possible.
Members of a demolition crew had found a body when they were about to start work. The homicide squad had started the investigation and found that the dead man was a very familiar face.
Jean Rabiot, a big shot in organized crime.
According to our findings, he had controlled a syndicate that made its profits primarily from the illegal