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Cotton FBI - Episode 11

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100 Seiten
Englisch
Bastei Lübbeerschienen am20.06.20141. Aufl. 2014
Digital Series. Episode 11:

When Peter Warren opened the door and saw a pizza delivery man standing on his porch, he thought that it was a mix-up; he hadn't ordered a pizza that evening. Then, instead of a pizza, the man pulled a taser out of the insulated transport box. The last thing Warren saw were drill bits, needles, and surgical instruments ...
Over the period of few months, several people fell victim to a sadistic crime using this or similar methods. Oddly, they weren't killed right away, but fell into comas due to brain injuries and then died later on. The victims had nothing in common, except for one thing: They were all organ donors, and the last two victims had rare genetic profiles.
A false set of documents is prepared for Cotton by the team's experts, making him look like the perfect organ donor. They insert it into the national databank of the country's healthcare system. At the home address listed in these documents, Cotton awaits the killer ...

A new legend is born! COTTON FBI is a remake of a world famous cult series with more than one billion copies sold and appears bi-weekly with a self-contained story in each e-book episode.mehr

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KlappentextDigital Series. Episode 11:

When Peter Warren opened the door and saw a pizza delivery man standing on his porch, he thought that it was a mix-up; he hadn't ordered a pizza that evening. Then, instead of a pizza, the man pulled a taser out of the insulated transport box. The last thing Warren saw were drill bits, needles, and surgical instruments ...
Over the period of few months, several people fell victim to a sadistic crime using this or similar methods. Oddly, they weren't killed right away, but fell into comas due to brain injuries and then died later on. The victims had nothing in common, except for one thing: They were all organ donors, and the last two victims had rare genetic profiles.
A false set of documents is prepared for Cotton by the team's experts, making him look like the perfect organ donor. They insert it into the national databank of the country's healthcare system. At the home address listed in these documents, Cotton awaits the killer ...

A new legend is born! COTTON FBI is a remake of a world famous cult series with more than one billion copies sold and appears bi-weekly with a self-contained story in each e-book episode.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9783838748795
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Format Hinweis0 - No protection
FormatFormat mit automatischem Seitenumbruch (reflowable)
Erscheinungsjahr2014
Erscheinungsdatum20.06.2014
Auflage1. Aufl. 2014
ReiheCotton FBI: NYC Crime Series
Reihen-Nr.11
Seiten100 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Artikel-Nr.2188915
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Genre9200

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Leseprobe
2

Things were quiet at G-Team headquarters. Outside, the streets of New York were bathed in the light and warmth of an early summer day. The windowless underground headquarters, in contrast, was always lit by the same dim glow emanating from the monitors and fluorescent lights. The air-conditioning required to keep the electronic equipment from overheating made the air cool and stuffy. There wasn't much noise in the large room, except for the hum of the computers and the occasional whispered conversations of agents at work.

Special Agent Jeremiah Cotton sat in front of his computer, whistling Roy Orbison's "You Got It" and loudly pecking away at his keyboard.

Decker walked up and leaned against his desk. "So cheerful, Cotton? While writing reports? I thought you'd be climbing the walls with boredom."

Cotton looked up. "It's nice when there isn't much going on. At five sharp, the workday'll be over - a pleasure I haven't experienced for a long time. And you know what, Decker? I even reeled in a date for the evening."

"Oo-la-la," Decker teased him. "A real date? Had enough of your casual flings? What's the name of the lucky lady?"

"Maria," Cotton answered.

Decker raised her eyebrows.

"She just moved here from Arizona," Cotton said. "I helped her out when she got lost on the subway. One thing led to another …" He shrugged. "You know, Decker, this could be something serious. If it goes well, I'll introduce her to Sarah. She'd certainly like that."

Sarah Granger had taken care of Cotton after he had lost his parents in the attack on the World Trade Center. Both of them had just barely survived the terrorist attack. Sarah had taken Cotton in after the catastrophe and was a sort of surrogate mother to him.

Decker grinned. "Well, then, I wish you lots of luck with your private life."

"Fortune favors the bold." With a decisive keystroke, Cotton sent off his report into the depths of the server, then jumped up and grabbed his jacket. "So, now I'll get out of here before anything comes up that could get in my way. Bye, Decker."

He began to walk away between the rows of workstations that stretched all the way to the exit. The ringing of the phone on his desk summoned him back. It was John D. High, the head of the G-Team.

"Come to my office, Cotton. And bring Decker with you. I want to brief you on your next case."

"Uh … it's ten to five, sir."

"Yes," Mr. High said. "I can see that on the clock in my office."

He hung up. Cotton paused indecisively. He looked at Decker. "Mr. High wants to talk to us. Just before quitting time. Who knows how long this will take."

Decker was still grinning. "I heard. Come on, Cotton. You know that crime never takes a day off."

Cotton just stood there for a moment, grumpily watching Decker's blond hair bob over the collar of her expensive suit as she made her way toward Mr. High's office. He hated it when she quoted his own favorite sayings back to him.
*

"This is Mr. Jason Clegg." High had projected a photo onto the wall showing a man in a hospital bed whose face was obscured by tubes. "The night before last, he was attacked by a stranger in his house. A little while later, he was admitted to the hospital with severe head injuries. He's in a coma - if he's still alive. Our most recent information is two hours old. At that point, the doctors believed that he might become brain dead at any moment."

High hesitated a moment and then added, "Strictly speaking, the doctors weren't even fully in agreement that brain death hadn't already occurred. The type of injuries he incurred didn't make that easy to determine."

"How is that possible?" Cotton asked. "I thought that measuring brainwaves was the most accurate method of determining death."

"The attacker deliberately went after his brain, completely disabling parts of it. There is measurable brain activity, but it is largely limited to keeping Clegg's body alive."

Cotton's eyes wandered, reflexively looking for a nonexistent window to the outside. "Was it a burglar, or just random violence?" he asked. "I don't see why the FBI is taking on the case."

"He fell into a coma …" Decker said pensively. "That sounds familiar. This isn't the first case, is it?"

John D. High shook his head. "That's why it was flagged by the FBI's analysts. Over the last six months, we've seen four patients admitted to hospitals with similar injuries who died shortly thereafter. Each time, an anonymous caller alerted 9-1-1 - and there are indications that the attacker was the caller every time."

"A serial … offender?" Cotton had been about to say serial killer, but technically speaking, the victims hadn't exactly been murdered.

"That's what we're going to find out." High pushed the case files over to the two agents. "The circumstances are unsettling. It's possible that there are even more victims out there; in one case, the head injuries were only discovered by chance. The doctors had first suspected a stroke. The analysts are looking into similar patients. You should go talk to Ms. Hunter regarding the medical details."

Cotton looked at the clock. He was supposed to meet Maria at seven. If they quickly visited Sarah Hunter, the G-Team's forensic scientist, and then he hurriedly changed his clothes, and if Maria were a little understanding about his tardiness, then maybe he could still salvage their date.

"I've also booked you both on a flight to Richmond," Mr. High continued. "Tonight at nine from Newark. That way, you'll be able to examine Clegg's surroundings and look for a common factor that might tie the cases together."
*

Early the next morning, Cotton and Decker arrived at St. Mary's Hospital in Richmond. Just before their flight, they had found out that Jason Clegg had died. They had come to the hospital to interview Dr. Mulheimer, who had been in charge of his treatment, and to find out whether Clegg had any relatives in the area.

The lanky blond doctor shrugged. "The man had no visitors. We couldn't locate any next of kin."

"Can you prepare the body for transport?" Cotton asked. "We'd like to conduct our own autopsy."

"We can have the body transferred," the doctor said, "but an autopsy has already been conducted."

"What was the hurry?" Decker asked.

"The man had an organ donor card," Mulheimer answered, "and a very rare phenotype. There are many desperate patients waiting for donor organs."

"He had a donor card?" Cotton asked. "I thought that was marked on your driver's license."

The doctor shrugged. "Some people change their minds. Getting a card to keep in your wallet is easier than applying for a new license. It's not common, but it proves that the patient made an independent decision on the issue. And we didn't want to reject Mr. Clegg's donation, despite the sad circumstances surrounding his death."

"So you disassembled him and sent all the parts off in different directions?" Cotton said dramatically, venting his anger. "That could've been evidence!"

Mulheimer snorted. "Don't worry. Of course we knew that a crime had been committed. We took every imaginable precaution while performing the autopsy, the same as in the previous cases. I think that Clegg will be the most thoroughly scrutinized corpse you've ever come across."

Cotton was not convinced.

"How do you know that you've gathered all the information that's important to us?" he asked. "We've only just begun to investigate the circumstances of his death."

"The circumstances of his death were highly unusual, I can tell you that much already. With each of these examinations, several experts have been involved, and we've discussed every possibility in depth. As for the person responsible for the injuries that led to Clegg's death … I'm afraid he may represent a problem for you."

Decker's ears pricked up. "How do you know that? What can you tell us about the attacker?"

"Very little, except that he knew exactly what he was doing. He must have precise knowledge of human anatomy, particularly in terms of how the brain is structured - a rare specialization."

"You mean he's a brain surgeon?"

"I don't want to speculate," Mulheimer responded. "In any case, the culprit was somehow able to acquire extensive theoretical knowledge prior to the crimes, and he's had the opportunity to perfect that knowledge through practical application. He used a special neurosurgical tool to create specific lesions in the victim's brain."

"What exactly did the attacker do?" Cotton inquired.

"He essentially turned the victim into a mindless shell while inflicting the minimum possible damage. Although the injuries Clegg...
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