The Good Cop by Peter Steiner

The Good Cop

The Good Cop by Peter Steiner
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.5 Mb

The Good Cop : In a world of growing nationalism, a quiet few are determined to resist. This gripping historical mystery explores the darkest days of the early 20th century.

Munich, 1920. Detective Willi Geismeier has a problem: how do you uphold the law when the law goes bad? The First World War has been lost and Germany is in turmoil. The new government in Berlin is weak. The police and courts are corrupt. Fascists and Communists are fighting in the streets. People want a savior, someone who can make Germany great again. To many, Adolf Hitler seems perfect for the job. When the offices of a Munich newspaper are bombed, Willi Geismeier investigates, but as it gets political, he is taken off the case. Willi continues to ask questions, but when his pursuit of the truth itself becomes a crime, his career – and his life – are in grave danger.

“Before dawn, Maximilian made his way to the edge of the city. He hitched a ride in a truck delivering hops to a brewery in Munich. The driver had a picture of a woman and child dangling from his mirror. He looked Maximilian up and down. ‘From the front?’ he said.

‘No,’ said Maximilian, although his uniform and kit said otherwise.

‘What was it like?’ said the man.

‘I don’t know,’ said Maximilian. They rode the rest of the way mostly in silence.

Maximilian got out by the Leinthaler Bridge over the Isar River. ‘Good luck,’ said the driver.

‘Thanks,’ said Maximilian.

A beggar sat on the sidewalk halfway across the bridge, a cup in front of him. He wore a uniform, and, as Maximilian drew closer, he saw that the man had no face. That is, there was a hole where his nose had once been, and his jaw had been shot away and replaced with a metal prosthesis. What was left were two large eyes of piercing blue with lush long lashes. You could tell he had been a beautiful man.

‘Welcome home, Kamerad,’ said the man, and his eyes smiled. His mechanical jaw moved up and down like the jaw of a marionette, but his speech sounded almost normal. He picked up a concertina that lay at his side and began playing. It was Schubert’s ‘Erlkönig’,of all things. After the introduction, he sang the entire song. A father and his son are on horseback galloping toward home. The child cries out that the Elf King is trying to harm him. The father sees nothing but the landscape around them. But he still rides desperately, driven by his son’s agony. They arrive home too late. ‘In seinen Armen das Kind war tod – in his arms the child was dead.’

‘I have nothing to give you,’ said Maximilian when the song had finished.”

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