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A Berlin Story

Overview

Herr Hesse should never have stayed for the last number. Indeed, some expressed shock he was there at all. A physics professor at the University of Berlin. Well-dressed, a touch of gray in his hair. Why would Friedrich Hesse visit Der Flammen, a seedy cabaret tucked away on a side street? It came out later that Ilse had asked him to stay. Ilse-the star performer at Der Flammen. Ilse-with the sad brown eyes and short blonde hair and a black sequined costume that stopped at the top of her thighs.

Author Information

Libby Fischer Hellmann

Libby Fischer Hellmann is the award-winning author of the Ellie Foreman and Georgia Davis mystery series, and Nice Girl Does Noir, a two volume short story collection. She also edited the highly praised crime fiction anthology, Chicago Blues. She has lived in the Chicago area over thirty years. Set the Night on Fire is her first stand-alone novel.

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Product Details

  • Published by

    TeknoBooks

  • Publish Date

    June 14, 2007 

  • Print ISBN

    1435500024

  • eBook ISBN

    9781435500020

  • Imprint

    TeknoBooks

  • Filesize

    123.85 KB

  • Number of Print Pages*

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Excerpt from A Berlin Story by Libby Fischer Hellmann

Ilse slouched at the manager's desk wearing a silk robe with Oriental pretensions. The smoke from her cigarette floated above her head like a halo.
"When did you meet him?" The burly detective asked. His weary eyes said there was nothing more that could shock him.
"Several months ago. At a caf� on the Kurf�rstendamm." She smiled prettily. "We were both having tea."
"He was alone?"
"Not then. But he returned the next day. Alone."
The detective took off his coat and slipped it over a chair. He knew her type. Arrogant. Smug. Confident in her charms. "What happened when he came into your dressing room?"
Crossing one leg over the other, she dangled her foot in front of him. "He paid me a visit."
"And what was the nature of this visit, Fraulein?"
"Must you be so indiscreet, Herr Inspektor?"
The detective shifted. The office wasn't much bigger than a closet. He felt too big for the room. "You knew, of course, that he was married?"
"Aren't they all?"
"What did he give you in return for your--favors?"
"What I expect from all my lovers. Kindness. Passion. A gentle touch."
"And perhaps a few thousand marks, conveniently wrapped in a white linen handkerchief?"
She fluffed her hair. A whiff of cheap perfume drifted his way. "You presume, mein lieber."