The Killer Waits: Thriller

The Killer Waits: Thriller by Alfred Bekker Norbert Wolf froze as he looked down the barrel of the pistol. "Don't move," came a muffled sound from under the motorcycle helmet. The man who seemed to have suddenly appeared out of the darkness was wearing a black leather outfit. The helmet visor was down, so that not even his eyes were visible. "What do you want?" asked Wolf. "The box office is already gone. I just have thirty marks in my wallet..." "Shut up!" the masked man replied coldly. He pointed the barrel of his pistol at the front door of the Dörner hardware store, which Norbert Wolf had just locked behind him. "Open up again!" came muffled from under the helmet. Wolf stared at the stranger, stunned. With his shoulder, he leaned against the inscription THE BIG LÜDENSCHEID DIY STORE - THE NUMBER ONE IN SOUTH WESTPHALIA. A slogan that had long had nothing to do with the truth. A slight tremor gripped Wolf's hands as he finally hesitantly put the key back in the lock and turned it around. "Get inside!" the masked man ordered. He painfully poked Wolf in the side with the hard barrel of the pistol. Wolf turned deathly pale. He swallowed.