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2999 Adler Street

by Arend Wieman

139 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #00-0138; ISBN 1-55212-473-8; US$16.50, C$19.00, EUR14.00, £9.50

A detective uses unorthodox methods to solve his cases, including the use of a very smart, very little dog.

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About the Book A detective uses unorthodox methods to solve his cases, including the use of a very smart, very little dog.

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About the Author Arend Wieman was born in 1921 Germany and grew up under Hitler. After joining the Air Force in 1938 he went to war for Germany and was imprisoned by the Russians. For a better life he came to Canada with his family, but his marriage eventally disintegrated. After retiring early from his job as an industrial electrician, he became a writer in 1972. Other books by Arend Wieman: 2999 Adler Street II Behold the Beyond The Dream Journal Edgar, A Child's Best Friend The Journals of Uncle Hugo The Old Detective The Plumber Recognition and Love Tale of Truth The Wheel of God The Zodiac Voyage

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Excerpts

from Chapter 5 - "Moppy's Last Mission"

     A shot rang out, as Phil aimed at his arm, and again shouted, "Let go of her!"
     Of a rather heavy stature, the man began to scream and holler, holding his arm. Phil pushed him over with all his might to get at Sonja. She had a thin rope wrapped around her neck and suddenly a shrill shriek left her throat. "By god, she's still breathing!" Phil exclaimed.
     At that moment, the detective saw a movement out of the corner of one eye; the criminal was taking a swing at him, but only brushed his head lightly. This time Phil kicked the man in the genitals with all the force he could muster, and it caused a terrible roar, similar to that of a wild animal.
     Fortunately, Sonja was breathing deeply now, and she staggered to her feet. Feeling around her neck, she said with a trembling voice, "I'm okay, Phil; don't worry about me."
     But he noticed that she was shaking all over, so he started to put his arms around her, then, unbelievably, the criminal was raising a gun at them. Pushing his mate aside, the detective was quicker, though, and his pistol shot was deadly accurate; dropping both the weapon and the man to the ground.
     In spite of this, Sonja recuperated quickly and said, "I feel fine now, Phil."
     Loosening their embrace, Phil raised her jacket and called out in surprise, "Hey, your holster is empty, where is your gun? I asked you to carry it."
     "I left it in the car," she answered meekly, feeling rather guilty.
     "Do you understand that you almost got us both killed?" he asked in a loud tone. "Your negligence nearly cost us our lives. Oh, girl, and I thought at camp they finally funneled some discipline into you. Don't you see how important that is in our business? In fact, in any business, like your AIDS, for instance."
     "I'm very sorry, Phil," she apologized. "What else can I say?"
     "Your apology is accepted, of course," he said, quiter now, "but remember, when you're dead it doesn't do much good."

from Chapter 9 - "The Interrupted Honeymoon"

     As soon as the sun was in position, he sent out his signal: Di, di, di, di for H; di for E; di, da, di, di for L; and da, di for P. He did that as long as the sun was in position, thinking, 'The people in this little town probably think that that guy up the hill is crazy anyway.'
     However, in the late afternoon, a police car drove up the hill, and soon after the voices of the policemen and the house owner - who had appeared out of nowhere - could be heard. This went back and forth, until the lawmen demanded to see inside the house. At that moment, Phil shouted as loud as possible through the slit: "Help! Help! Help! I'm..." But several shots drowned out his voice.
     Not too sure what to think, because the scene was out of his sight, he kept quiet. A few moments later, a loud voice asked, "Where are you? I'm the police."
     "Down here in the basement," his hoarse voice replied.
     With the lock on the door broken open, a groggy Phil walked out and asked the policeman, "Please, can I have some water, I haven't had any for over five days."
     While Philip drank greedily, the policeman pointed to the dead body on the ground and explained, "I had to shoot the guy. He shot first and wounded my man. Just relax, if you can, the ambulance is on its way."
     "It might interest you," Phil tried to explain, "that I was kidnapped in Canada and brought down here in his big truck."
     The policeman shook his head and said, "You were lucky, a ham radio operator saw your Morse Code and phoned us at once. For some time we've tried to catch this fellow in his shady dealings, and I didn't trust him anyway, so had my gun ready, but he hit my partner first. It's not too bad, though, only an arm wound."

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