Contents
Copyright
Also by Nick Buckets
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Also by Nick Buckets
About the author
FADING ECHOES
NICK BUCKETS
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2023 by Nick Buckets
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the author except for the use of quotations in a book review.
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Chapter 1
“TWENTY BUCKS SAYS HE WON’T SHOW up,” Olaf said.
“You’re gonna lose this one.”
Olaf shook his head. “Not a chance. He should’ve been here by now.”
The alleged exhibition event was scheduled to start at 8 pm. It was well past nine, but their target was nowhere to be seen.
“Olaf Bauer,” Mayer said. “The most nihilistic homicide detective in the history of homicide detectives. You never told me what killed the optimism in you. Was it a specific event, or was it that you grew up in the most paranoid country that ever existed?”
She was right. After working with Anna Mayer for nearly two years, he hadn’t yet shared how he lost his mother. How his childhood innocence was uprooted in a single day. “That’s a tale for another time. Maybe something to chat over the beers you’ll owe me after tonight.”
“You’re gonna lose this one.”
His glance settled on a passing railway train, crossing the river bridge as it rolled toward the central station. The glow from its illuminated carriages diffused through the night like the trail of a burning fuse, until the train vanished behind the imposing museum building.
Olaf reached for the thermos tucked under the seat. “Up for another round?” he asked, his breath steaming in the squad car’s cold atmosphere. “I’m going to freeze if we stay put all night long.
“Bring a hat to cover your bald head next time instead of complaining,” Mayer said. Her eyes were locked onto the museum entrance. “That’s where you lose heat from.“
The entire plan had been a long shot, but they weren’t flooded with alternatives either.
Some nuthead had been targeting prominent figures in the local art community. The victims included the owner of a famous art gallery, the assistant stage director of the Deutsches Theater, and a talented violinist, all of whom had suffered stabbing assaults. While they had all survived, the violinist was still fighting for her life in the ICU.
Following each attack, a video was circulated on social media, in which someone disguised as a plague doctor was dancing near the victims.
It soon became evident that the link between the victims was the Berlin University of the Arts, where all three had been teaching courses during the previous semester. At this point, they didn’t care if it was a frustrated artist who had lost it, or another deranged individual. What mattered was to prevent the next strike.
“I’m not sure about Museum Island being the right choice for the setup,” Olaf said.
“You don’t support your own idea anymore?”
“I still like the advantage of barricading the bridges if things go south. Isolate the island, trap him inside. But an evening event inside the Pergamon Museum? Who falls for that?”
Mayer shrugged. “It was the only building that fit the bill. The only place in which we could construct an isolation space.”
