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Drumbeat - Marianne von Marlowe, Stephen (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 10.12.2014
  • Verlag: Bastei Lübbe AG
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Drumbeat - Marianne

A sadistic KGB colonel hires Drum to locate a dead man.

Axel Spade would not have liked the way he died. An international fugitive, Spade would have preferred being gored by a bull or gunned down by Interpol to dying quietly in his bed. But a weak heart claimed him in his sleep, and so Chester Drum, Washington PI and the closest thing Spade had to a friend, scatters his ashes in the Atlantic.

Drum's old flame, Marianne Baker, is by his side, but she leaves before grief has a chance to reignite their faded passion. That night, Drum is awoken by a KGB operative who has kidnapped Marianne. Axel Spade is alive, the agent insists, and he wants Drum to find him. To save Marianne, Drum will do the impossible, and bring Axel Spade back from the dead.

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'Very few writers of the tough private-eye story can tell it more accurately than Mr. Marlowe, or with such taut understatement of violence and sex.' - The New York Times Book Review

'A great pulpster ... always one of my favorites.' - Ed Gorman, author of The Poker Club

'Often brash and violent ... with an impish sense of humor.' - The Independent

Biographical note

Stephen Marlowe (1928-2008) was the author of more than fifty novels, including nearly two dozen featuring globe-trotting private eye Chester Drum. Born Milton Lesser, Marlowe was raised in Brooklyn and attended the College of William and Mary. After several years writing science fiction under his given name, he legally adopted his pen name, and began focusing on Chester Drum, the Washington-based detective who first appeared in The Second Longest Night (1955).

Although a private detective akin to Raymond Chandler's characters, Drum was distinguished by his jet-setting lifestyle, which carried him to various exotic locales from Mecca to South America. These espionage-tinged stories won Marlowe acclaim, and he produced more than one a year before ending the series in 1968. After spending the 1970s writing suspense novels like The Summit (1970) and The Cawthorn Journals (1975), Marlowe turned to scholarly historical fiction. He lived much of his life abroad, in Switzerland, Spain, and France, and died in Virginia in 2008.


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    Erscheinungsdatum: 10.12.2014
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9783958591974
    Verlag: Bastei Lübbe AG
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Drumbeat - Marianne


I WAS WRESTLING WITH the bedsheet and dreaming that the hum of the air conditioner was a plane taking me to Copenhagen or Katmandu, Valencia or Vladivostok, when the phone rang. Groping for it, I almost spilled the bottle of Jack Daniel's. The level of the sour mash had dropped below the bottom of the label, which was too much solitary drinking in the wee hours of the morning. "They'll put your liver on display in the Smithsonian if you don't cut it out," I said out loud. I was slightly drunk and feeling more than slightly sorry for myself. I picked up the phone on the fourth or fifth ring and said hello in the general direction of the mouthpiece.

"Mr. Chester Drum?"

"Yeah, more or less." I looked at my watch. It was a quarter after three.

"Are you Chester Drum or aren't you?"

"Speaking," I said, coming wide awake suddenly. It occurred to me that the only one who knew where I was staying was Marianne.

"Can you be ready in twenty minutes?" It was a man's voice, the English so devoid of accent that I got the idea it had been learned from language records.

"Ready for what?"

"A black car. Chevrolet." He pronounced the final syllable the way it was spelled-l-e-t. "We'll come for you in twenty minutes."

"What for?" I said.

"You'll be there," he said.

"What's this all about?"

"You'll be there, if you want to see Marianne Baker alive," he said. There was a decisive little click, and I was holding a dead phone in my hand.

I held the cradle down, fumbled for cigarettes with one hand, came up with an empty pack, dialed for an outside line and called Marianne's number on Riverside Drive. The phone buzzed in my ear six times. Then a boy's sleepy voice said hello.

"It's your Uncle Chet," I said. "Is this Wally or Chester?"

"Wally," he said. "Did you and Mommy have a good time?"

"We went dancing," I said. "Can I speak to her?"

"Just a minute," he said, and the phone went clunk and I waited. He was back in a few seconds.

"That's funny," he said. "She's not here."

"Let me speak to Mrs. Gower."

"She's gone for the weekend. We had a babysitter. She's nice. She lets us watch television late. They had a private-eye show, but it wasn't so hot. I know 'cause I got a real private eye for an uncle. Where's Mommy? It's Uncle Chet," he said, talking to someone else.

"Uncle Chet?" an identical eight-year-old voice said. "This is Chet."

"Hi, namesake."

My namesake sounded worried. "I thought I was having a dream but I guess it wasn't a dream," he said.

"What kind of dream?"

"There were two men talking to Mommy. They wanted her to go out. She didn't want to go out, but they made her. Was it real? Is that why she's not here now?"

"When were they there?"

"I don't know. After Mommy came home. I'm scared. Can you come over?"

"Not right now," I said. "I have to meet your mother somewhere."

"Oh." He sounded relieved. "Are you going to meet her?"

"That's right," I said.

"Uncle Chet's going to meet her."

"Can you boys go back to sleep? It's the middle of the night. We should be finished with what we have to do in the morning, but maybe we'll be late. Do you know where Mrs. Gower is?"

"She's spending the weekend with her sister in Brooklyn."

"Well, if we're not there for breakfast, can you call her and ask her to come back home?"

"Tell her you want her to come back home? Okay."

"That's a good boy," I said. "Can you also make sure the door's locked tonight and not open it for anybody except us or Mrs. Gower in the morning?"

"You sound very mysterious, Uncle Chet. Are you on a case?"

"Caper," the identical voice said. "They call them capers. Don't you know anything?"

"No mystery," I said. "We'll tell you all about it in the morning

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