Self’s Murder

Samarin stayed there for almost six months. He kept in touch with regular phone calls, faxes, and telegrams. He proposed a series of investments in the energy sector, from electrical power plants in Moscow and Sverdlovsk to securing drilling options in Kamchatka. From time to time he introduced Russian businessmen who were looking to invest money in the West, who would then turn up in Schwetzingen. None of his schemes pa

Then Gregor began talking about Weller & Welker initiating a takeover of the Sorbian Cooperative Bank, and Bertram and Stephanie tried to make him see why a takeover would be a mistake. The future of Weller & Welker lay in investment counseling, not in handling small savings accounts. The bank had survived the crisis of the eighties by downsizing, drop ping everything that was inessential, and concentrating exclusively on what was essential. But Gregor Samarin wouldn’t let go. One day he came back from a trip to Berlin and a

Bertram and Stephanie gave in, and to their surprise it seemed to work. After a year, the Sorbian bank might not have been showing a profit, but it wasn’t showing a loss, either-and this despite the extensive modernization of its main branch in Cottbus and the branches in the provinces, and despite all the Sorbian Cooperative employees having been kept on, as the Treuhand Agency had been promised as part of the takeover. It seemed that the East Germans had more money than was generally assumed. Gregor Samarin also seemed to have the knack of procuring subsidies from local, state, and European institutions. An East German success story!

Until Stephanie caught on. She didn’t trust the pretty picture, didn’t trust Gregor, and had no scruples about peeking into Gregor’s filing cabinet or his computer. An émigré Russian economist whom she hired in Berlin helped her figure out what she didn’t understand. She told Bertram what she found out, and together they confronted Gregor. They gave him a month to remove himself and his dirty deals from their bank and their lives. They would not go to the police, but they didn’t want anything to do with him.

Gregor’s reaction was quite unexpected. He had no idea what had gotten into them. He had done them no wrong, he had even furthered their business, and now they wanted to ruin him. He was a businessman-he had obligations and could not afford not to fulfill them. He was going to stay right where he was! And while they were at it, he was sick and tired of having to transport the money from the West to Cottbus. Henceforth, he’d collect the money and feed it into the system right here in Schwetzingen.

“We’re giving you one month to remove yourself,” Stephanie said, “and that’s that. Don’t force us to go to the police.”

Two weeks later Stephanie was dead. If Bertram wasn’t prepared to play Samarin’s game, his children would be next-first one, and then the other-and in the end it would be his turn. Samarin wasn’t about to give up all he’d worked for.

The children were then sent to school in Switzerland, with two young men in dark suits or in ski suits, in te

“As for me,” Welker continued, “you yourself have seen what I’ve been reduced to. I had to move from my house to the bank, and I haven’t been allowed to take a single step on my own. Then you showed up, and I managed to draw you into all this with the tale of the silent partner. In Gregor’s view, your investigation would hardly pose a threat; not to mention that he was worried that you’d grow suspicious if he threw you out. I didn’t hire you because of this idiotic silent partner. I was hoping all along that you’d realize what was going on at my bank and that you’d be at hand when the time came. But you weren’t.”

I looked at him blankly.

“No, no, I’m not reproaching you; far from it. I’d only hoped you might notice what was going on. I’d hoped it might be a sign to you that something wasn’t right at the bank when Gregor wouldn’t let me call you, when he didn’t give a damn about what I said, or that time when he exploded and ordered me to believe what he says, or when the attaché case was so important to him while I didn’t show any interest in it. I’d also hoped you’d come earlier today. But I’d hoped, too, that the children would stay longer. I wanted to get out of Gregor’s grip with your help while the children were visiting some friends of mine in Zurich. Do you see what he’s done? He has gotten himself double insurance: if the children elude his grip he still has me, and if I elude his grip-for instance, at a business meeting or social occasion, where he ca

“We should go to the police.”

“Are you out of your mind? They’ve got my kids. They’ll kill them if I go to the police.” He stared at his hands. “The only place I can go is back to the bank. That’s the only place I can go.” This time he cried like a child, sobbing pitifully, his shoulders shaking.

3 No longer my kind of world

I assured Welker that there was no reason he couldn’t wait a few hours before going back. Nothing would happen to the children as long as Samarin couldn’t get in touch with him. The children would be of no use to Samarin if they were dead; he needed them in order to threaten Welker. And he could only do that if he managed to talk to Welker.

“How is waiting going to do any good?”

“A few hours without Gregor Samarin-isn’t that something? I’d like to have a word with an old friend of mine, a retired police officer. I know you don’t want to hear of the police being involved. But things can’t go on this way, neither for the children nor for you. Something has to give. And we can do with all the help we can get.”

“Well, go ahead.”

I called Nägelsbach and then Philipp. I asked Philipp if we could use his apartment as a meeting place, since Gregor’s men knew where I lived and probably had already followed me to Nägelsbach’s and Brigitte’s. Avoiding the autobahn, we meandered over Plankstadt, Grenzhof, Friedrichsfeld, and Rheinau to Philipp’s apartment at the Waldparkdamm. There was no blue Mercedes anywhere to be seen, nor a black or green one, and there were no young men in dark suits. On the Stephanienufer promenade along the Rhine, couples who had already had lunch were pushing baby strollers while barges chugged along the river.