The Javelin Murders: A Nicolas Haig Mystery

© Copyright 2013 Charles Hays.

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isbn: 978-1-4669-9100-2 (sc)

isbn: 978-1-4669-9102-6 (hc)

isbn: 978-1-4669-9101-9 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2013907217

Trafford rev. 04/22/2013

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Contents

Chapter One      Samoa

Chapter Two      Victims

Chapter Three      Bonn

Chapter Four      Olga

Chapter Five      Frieda

Chapter Six      Reprisal

Chapter Seven      Interrogations

Chapter Eight      Plans

Chapter Nine      Family

Chapter Ten      Retaliation

DEDICATION

This new book is dedicated to my high school and college friend, William R. Davis. Poor fellow, he has never had a book dedicated to him. I value his continued friendship over the years and I want to make him happy. Bill, this book is dedicated to your honorific ass and, if this makes you angry, I can always apologize. But, as you know, I rarely say that I am sorry to anyone. I am as much of an honorific ass as you are. Seriously speaking, Bill and I collaborated on a book together, his first and my seventh. It was a collection of his prize-winning pictures and my poorly written essay-ettes. That book was called Blossoms, Blooms and Scenes. And, it was our very first coffee table book.

FOREWORD

This book is a work of mystery fiction about something awful that happened in Germany a long time ago. Right after WW-II was over, racial-related killings occurred because the Master Race didn’t want to have Negroidal blood in the veins of these related offspring. Perfectly normal children with caramel-colored skins lost their Fathers and their providers because of black bias. This story is about that horrible tragedy and our heroes Nicolas Haig, Carlos Espinosa and General Sarma Goldbond return to make things right again. Here, I mean no harm to those that bear similar names to the criminals within my novel. I argue that such is purely coincidental and a result of both probability and chance.

The three inseparables, Nicolas Haig, Carlos Espinosa and General Sarma Goldbond are having

a quiet vacation and a renewal of life in their

tropical beach house at Apia.

Chapter One

Samoa

THEY WERE WATCHING the rain come down in torrents when Nicolas spoke up and addressed the other two. He said, I don’t see how anyone can tolerate this tropical rain for very long. It rains almost 120-inches a year and, after just three days, I’ve had enough already. Robert Louis Stevenson called Samoa his tropical paradise but it beats the hell out of me why he said that. What is so rapturous about rain?

Carlos replied, When I was a kid, I liked the rain. It was fun to play in and it served my needs as a cheap way to take a bath. How about you, Sarma. How do you stand on the subject of rain?

Like any woman, I detest rain. It destroys my makeup and makes me look like a creepy vampire where my mascara is concerned. But, it does put a damper on our annual vacation, doesn’t it?

Nick said, I did tell you that there are a lot better places than Samoa to spend your furlough on, didn’t I? I wanted to go to Monaco and play the casino tables but, no, you wanted to come here and play house. She said, Well, it is the only house that I have and, with me being in the Army, once a year is about the only chance that I have to come down here and check things out.

Nick smiled and agreed with her but, he added, Let’s start coming down here when the rain is not so severe. This climate is monsoonal and the heavy rain falls from November to April. Let’s try to visit Samoa during June-to-August when it rains less than 5-inches per month. That would be some improvement.

She looked at him and said, "I am at the bottom of the list when it comes to seniority for Major Generals. I have to wait until all of the higher ranked men get their choice on when their vacations can be taken.

I just got promoted from Lieutenant General, remember? So it will be awhile before I can pick and choose about when my furlough can start. And, June-to-August is impossible because that’s when all of their children get out of school and go back stateside to see their grand-parents."

Carlos decided to change the way the conversation was heading when he said, This is just fine with me, Babe. Anytime you want to come down here and play house, I will be pleased to serve as your pilot and watch you play house. I especially like the way that you are running your bedroom schedule.

To which Nicholas responded, Oh, I wasn’t complaining about anything but the rain. I like the rest just fine, especially the sex with you, sweet Sarma. She said, "I understand, lovers and so do I. You two guys offer what I call ‘heavy-duty service.’

It is the monotony that gets you down in this lovely place. About all we have to do for recreation is to climb Mount Vaea and visit the Museum and Grave of Robert Louis Stevenson, the famous author. If you don’t count Monopoly, Scrabble or sex, that is."

Nick interrupted with a burst of enthusiasm, Why don’t we do something different today? Why don’t we start our brainstorming session for our next assignment? For the kind of work that we do, no amount of pre-planning can be excessive, can it?

She replied, In this case, no. You will need all of the help that you can get because you will be greatly outnumbered by a group of sadists who think of themselves as being invincible and smarter than anyone else on Earth.

Carlos smiled and said, Not unlike Paul Olinger and Ned Baker of The Freedom Murders, I assume? She responded, "In that case, you had just two major adversaries. Here, you can expect several hundreds of would-be enemies.

Nick said, Tell me more, General. So far, I am excited about solving this next great problem for you. And, because we might have to face so many opponents, our fee just doubled. Question number one is, if we do face too many antagonists, can we expect support from the military like we received at St. Kitts?

Sarma nodded her head and said, Whatever you need will be granted unless you ask for atomic bombs or drone missiles. Our targeted villians live in the heavily populated cities of Bonn and Berlin so we cannot use any weapons of massive destruction. Clearly, we want to keep friendly fire out of the picture as much as possible.

Haig asked, Speaking of pictures, what are we going to be facing? The floor is yours, Major General Goldbond. Fill us in, if you will. We will take copious notes for any questions which we will need to ask.

She began by talking about World War II which surprised both of them because that had ended more than 68-years ago. But, they didn’t ask any stupid questions. Instead, they became dedicated listeners because they knew that their lives might depend upon whatever details that the General would choose to share with the two of them. She gave Nick and Carlos, these salient points of interest.

● In 1945, the Great War of all Wars was ended.

● Afterwards, the occupation of Germany began.

● Several thousands of American troops were assigned the duty of forcing peace down the throats of the defeated Nazis. It wasn’t easy and there was a lot of resistance, even back then, and through the early 1950’s.

● Gradually, the Nazi Party decreased in size, partly because of dying veterans and because of the rising number of moderates who favored a more Western view point.

● As a result, the Neo-Nazis went underground and they had no forum until about the 1960’s when NATO troops became significantly black. That’s when the new Hitler-ites became more of a threatening force.

● In brief, they abandoned their hatred of the Jews and they went after the Negroid Americans, instead.

● They bemoaned the fact that the ‘black-skinners’ were consorting with German girls and fathering babies that were not of the Master Race. Their point-of-view was that any child which is not of the Master Race is, most certainly, unwanted and classified as a public disgrace.

● In the beginning, the Neo-Nazis tried to ignore these black and caramel-skinned babies but, over time, their sheer numbers increased to the point that they became a social problem. The cry in Germany during the 1970’s was to deport the bastards to America but Bonn refused to get in between on all of the issues. In fact, nothing was done to placate the Germans that wanted no mixed bloods of any types to be left behind. They didn’t mind the fact that if the whores got married to their American sweethearts, that was okay. In brief, they didn’t care how the ‘black-skinners’ were eradicated. They just wanted them to be out of Germany and somewhere else. Their favorite anthem in this regard was ‘Going to America’ as sung by Neal Diamond.

● When the Berlin wall was finally demolished in October of 1990, the problem became more sensitive because the East-Enders did not want to compete with the black-skinned slaves of the West.

● In about 2001, a strange movement started occurring. The Neo-Nazis took it upon themselves to personally annihilate these unwanted people of the non-white variety. They claimed responsibility for the eradication of all such dark-skinned Germans whose fathers were American GI’s that had abandoned their offspring. The colored GI’s made a very bad image for their kind by leaving some of their children and lovers alone to fend for themselves in a Country that clearly did not want anything to do with them. It was a tragic story at the highest level but, it never got much mention at the grass-roots level in America. A lot of people thought that it might spark another war with Germany so they were afraid to do anything about the problem, not one damned thing.

Nothing was done by either side, not by Germany and not by the USA. Instead, the Neo-Nazis were left to their own devices as to how the problem should be handled. Now, in 2013, there is a regular ritual killing of American-Germans who fit the profile for non-members of the Master Race. Pure Germanics are not black-skinned or of a caramel color. They are usually white-skinned assholes and vehement racists just as Adolph Hitler was in his attempts to rid the World of all Jewish people.

● The ritualistic aspect of killing these Negroid descendants is to throw javelins at them while they are chained to a telephone post buried in the ground or tied to a tree trunk. It has become something of a sport in rural Germany and