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Ursula Archer - Five

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EVERY CORPSE IS A CLUE N47 46.605 E013 21.718 N47 48.022 E013 10.910 N47 26.195 E013 12.523 A woman is found murdered. Tattooed on her feet is a strange combination of numbers and letters. Map co-ordinates. The start of a sinister treasure hunt by a twisted killer. Detective Beatrice Kaspary must risk all she has to uncover the killer in a terrifying game of cat-and-mouse. THANKS FOR THE HUNT

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Ursula P. Archer

FIVE

Translated from the German by Jamie Lee Searle

Prologue

The place where his left ear used to be was throbbing to the rhythm of his heartbeat. Fast and panicked. His breath came out in short, loud gasps. Nora was just a few steps away from him, leaning over the table where the pistol and knife lay. Her face was contorted, but she was no longer crying.

Please, he whispered, his voice hoarse. Please dont do it.

Now she let out a dry, strangled sob. Be quiet.

Why wont you untie me? We still have a chance please just untie me, okay? Okay?

She didnt respond. Her right hand wavered shakily over the weapons, which gave off a dull gleam in the light of the naked bulb.

His whole body convulsed with fear. He writhed around on the chair, twisting as far as the ropes would let him. They cut into his flesh, burning him, as unyielding as steel bands.

But its not my fault, its not my fault, its not my

He screwed his eyes tightly shut, only to open them again. He had to see what was happening. Noras hand was on the knife now.

No! he screamed, or at least he thought he did. Help me! Why wont anyone help me? But now, when he most needed it, his voice had abandoned him. It was gone, and soon everything would be gone, for all eternity. His breath, his pulse, his thoughts. Everything.

Tears he was unable to wipe away blurred his sight of Nora, who was still standing there in front of the table. She gave a drawn-out wail, softer than a scream, louder than a groan. He blinked.

She had picked up the pistol, her right hand quivering like an old ladys. Im sorry, she said.

He wrenched his body backwards and forwards in desperation, almost tipping the chair over. Then he felt the cool metal against his cheek and froze.

Close your eyes, she said.

Her hand touched his head gently. He felt her fear, as great as his own. But she would carry on breathing, carry on talking, carry on living.

No, he whispered tonelessly, finding his voice again at last. He looked up at Nora, who was now standing right in front of him. He wished fervently that he had never heard her name.

Chapter 1

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The early morning mist enveloped her like a damp shroud. The dead woman was on her stomach, the grass beneath her soaked with dew and blood. The cows were taking care not to graze there, which was easy enough; the meadow was large, and the thing lying there in the shadow of the rock face unsettled them. A brown cow had ventured over shortly after sunrise, lowering her heavy head and licking the flaxen strands of hair with her rough tongue. But finding her discovery to be unpalatable, she had soon returned to the rest of the herd.

They kept their distance. Most of them just lay there, chewing the cud and staring out at the river. But even the ones that were still grazing avoided straying too close. The scent of death made them uneasy. They much preferred to stay where the first beams of sunlight were pushing through the mist, etching bright patterns onto the meadow.

The brown cow trotted across to drink from the trough. With every step, the clapper in her bell struck against the metal, producing a tinny sound. The rest of the herd didnt even swivel their ears. They just stared stoically at the water, their lower jaws grinding constantly, their tails swishing to swat away the first flies of the day.

A gentle gust of wind swept over the meadow, brushing the womans hair aside and exposing her face. Her small, upturned nose. The birthmark next to the right-hand corner of her mouth. Her lips, now far too pale. Only her forehead remained covered, where her hair and skin were matted with blood.

The morning mist slowly frayed out to form isolated veils. These eventually wafted away, clearing the view of the meadow, the cattle, and the unwanted gift which had been left there for them. The brown cows muffled lowing greeted the new day.

As always, Beatrice took the stairs two at a time. She skidded along the corridor, racing past the second door on the left. Just seven steps to go. Six. Reaching her office, she saw that no one was there but Florin. Thank God for that.

Has he been in yet? she asked, slinging her rucksack onto the revolving chair and her folder onto the desk.

Good morning to you too!

How did Florin always manage to stay so upbeat? She hurled her jacket towards the coat rack, missed and swore loudly.

Sit yourself down and catch your breath. Ill get that. Florin stood, picked her jacket up from the floor and hung it carefully on one of the hooks.

Thank you. She turned her computer on and hurriedly emptied the contents of the folder onto her desk. I would have been on time, but Jakobs teacher caught me.

Florin went over to the espresso machine and started pressing buttons. She saw him nod. What was it this time?

He had a temper tantrum, and the class mascot caught the brunt of it.

Oh. Was it a living thing, dare I ask?

No. A cuddly toy owl called Elvira. But you wouldnt believe what a huge drama it caused at least ten children in the class were in floods of tears. I offered to send a crisis intervention team across, but the teacher wasnt amused. Anyway, now I need to arrange a substitute Elvira before Friday.

That sounds like quite a challenge.

He frothed the milk, pressed the button for double espresso and then crowned his work with a little dusting of cocoa. Florins calm demeanour was gradually starting to work its magic on Beatrice. As he put the steaming cup down in front of her, she realised she was smiling.

He sat down at the opposite side of their desk and surveyed her thoughtfully. You look as though you didnt get much sleep.

You can say that again. Everythings fine, she mumbled, staring intently at her coffee in the hope that Florin would be content with her brief response.

No nocturnal calls?

There certainly had been. One at half-past eleven, and another at three in the morning. The second had woken Mina, who hadnt gone back to sleep again for an hour afterwards.

Beatrice shrugged. Hell give up eventually.

You have to change your number, Bea, its been going on long enough. Dont keep giving him the opportunity to wear you down. You are the police, for heavens sake! There are steps you can take.

The coffee was sublime. In the two years they had been working together, Florin had gradually perfected the ideal blend of coffee beans, milk and sugar. Beatrice leant back and closed her eyes for a few seconds, longing for just one moment of relaxation. However brief it might be.

If I change the number, hell be on my doorstep before I can count to ten. And he is their father, after all; he has a right to contact his children.

She heard Florin sigh. By the way, he said, Hoffmanns already been in.

Shit. Really? So why isnt my monitor covered in Post-its?

I appeased him by saying youd phoned and were on an outside call. He pulled a sour face, but didnt say a word. The good news is that well have some peace from him today because hes in meetings.

That was more than good news, it was fantastic. Beatrice put her cup down, tried to relax her tensed shoulder muscles, and started to sort through the files on her desk. She would finally get a chance to work on her report about the stabbing; Hoffmann had been nagging her to do it for ages. She glanced over at Florin, who was staring intently at his monitor with an expression of utter confusion. A strand of his dark hair fell forwards, almost into his eyes. Clickclickclick. Beatrices gaze was drawn to his hand as it clasped the mouse. Strong, masculine hands: her old weakness.

Problem? she asked.

Unsolvable.

Anything I can help with?

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