Everand Logo

Welcome to Everand!

  • Discover millions of ebooks, audiobooks, and so much more with a free trial

    Only $11.99/month after trial. Cancel anytime.

    The Frozen Debt: The Dead Bank Diary , #5
    The Frozen Debt: The Dead Bank Diary , #5
    The Frozen Debt: The Dead Bank Diary , #5
    Ebook128 pages1 hour

    The Frozen Debt: The Dead Bank Diary , #5

    By Anna Schlegel

    5/5

    ()

    Read preview

    About this ebook

    When totally nude have a look, maybe you still got the shoulder loops
     

    One morning he stayed bare-ass, there was no money, no name, no wife, and nothing left... just his shoulder loops.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSchlegel Press Association
    Release dateSep 28, 2016
    ISBN9780986174995
    The Frozen Debt: The Dead Bank Diary , #5

    Read more from Anna Schlegel

    Related to The Frozen Debt

    Titles in the series (3)

    View More
    View More

    Related ebooks

    Thrillers For You

    View More
    View More

    Related podcast episodes

    Related articles

    • Article

      The Quarreling Gondoliers

      Apr 17, 2017

      The Quarreling Gondoliers
      1 min read

    • Article

      A Year in Reading: Il’ja Rákoš

      Dec 20, 2022

      Il'ja Rákoš reflects on 2022 through the books he read. The post A Year in Reading: Il’ja Rákoš appeared first on The Millions.

      4 min read

    • Article

      79 The Terrible Grinning Men

      Sep 10, 2020

      79 The Terrible Grinning Men
      8 min read

    • Article

      The Escape Of Koravitch

      Sep 30, 2019

      The Escape Of Koravitch
      16 min read

    • Article

      80 Who Killed Claude Kendall? The Mystery Murder Of Charles Fort’s Publisher

      Dec 3, 2020

      Millions of Americans celebrated Thanksgiving in the comfort of their homes on 25 November 1937, but for one man fate reserved a different outcome. That same night, in a room on the eighth floor of a New York hotel, Claude Kendall was brutally beaten

      7 min read

    • Article

      Document

      Mar 23, 2023

      n"This book encapsulates everything I loved about Soho. It's about what was an underbelly of London, where everything came together - underground drinking places, an eccentric literary scene, sex, everything Soho represented at that time. I started w

      5 min read

    • Article

      Memories Of A Miracle

      Dec 1, 2023

      Memories Of A Miracle
      8 min read

    • Article

      A Letter from New York

      Dec 10, 2019

      A Letter from New York
      10 min read

    • Article

      How To Make Money, And How To Steal It

      Aug 19, 2022

      It s a judgement of how punch-drunk we are with the corruption of politics in South Africa that the Nelson Mandela quotation chosen by Mkhabela to open his first chapter takes one’s breath away: “We have committed ourselves to [being] leaders trying

      2 min read

    • Article

      Borderline

      Feb 20, 2019

      Borderline
      19 min read

    • Article

      A Picture Of Dear Raymond

      Aug 24, 2022

      One of the great joys of Raymond Briggs’s column in The Oldie was that we got two geniuses for the price of one. As well as receiving his charming sideways look at life in the column, we got one of his peerless drawings every month. A compilation was

      3 min read

    • Article

      Learning From Lockdown

      Mar 4, 2021

      Learning From Lockdown
      9 min read

    • Article

      Table Talk

      Dec 1, 2020

      Table Talk
      13 min read

    • Article

      What We Loved This Week

      Aug 24, 2018

      What We Loved This Week
      5 min read

    • Article

      Retreading The City

      Nov 2, 2023

      It’s hard to pinpoint when and how inspiration strikes for a novel, but I know exactly when it did for The Detective. The Waiter and The Cook were the first two books in my Kamil Rahman thriller series about a disgraced policeman from Kolkata who co

      6 min read

    Related categories

    Reviews for The Frozen Debt

    5/5

    1 rating0 reviews

    What did you think?

    Tap to rate

    Review must be at least 10 words

      Book preview

      The Frozen Debt - Anna Schlegel

      Schlegel Press Association

      The Frozen Debt by Anna Schlegel

      Book Five of The Dead Bank Diary Series

      Copyright © 2016 by Anna Schlegel, PhD

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the publisher.

      Published by Schlegel Press Association

      Friedrichstr. 123

      Berlin, Germany 10117

      ISBN: 9780986174995

      First eBook Edition: September 2016

      Translated by Alla Koshechkina

      Cover photography by Tom Grill /Corbis & Maxim Shirkov /Shutterstock

      Also By Anna Schlegel

      THE DEAD BANK DIARY SERIES

      __________________________

      THE DEAD BANK DIARY

      Book One of The Dead Bank Diary Series

      FOR THOSE IN THE SHADE

      Book Two of The Dead Bank Diary Series

      THE PRINTS ON THE SNOWS OF YESTERYEAR

      Book Three of The Dead Bank Diary Series

      SOME DAY I`LL HIT A BANK 

      Book Four of The Dead Bank Diary Series

      MY GOD IS MONEY

      Book Six of The Dead Bank Diary Series

      Coming Soon

      Also By Anna Schlegel

      THE SLEEPER SERIES

      __________________________

      MONEY CAN`T LIE 

      Book One of The Sleeper Series

      ON MYSELF FOR LITTLE MONEY

      Book Two of The Sleeper Series

      Coming Soon

      CONTENTS

      __________________________

      Author’s Note

      The Frozen Debt

      About The Series

      Chapter One Find a Mole

      Chapter Two Unseeable Star

      Chapter Three Sleeper

      Chapter Four Magdeburg

      Chapter Five Chain letter

      Chapter Six Dutch Sandwich

      Chapter Seven Rain

      Interview THE DEAD BANK DIARY

      Novels by Anna Schlegel

      THE SLEEPER SERIES

      About the Author

      MY GOD IS MONEY Chapter One

      Contact Information

      AUTHOR’S NOTE

      __________________________

      In these books there are no cops, no killings. There is much about the illegal takeover of banks, and a powerful lot of money. I know how to pump up a bank, and how to bankrupt a bank. I love beautiful gray schemes on the verge of crime. My stories are about fraud in the eyes of a swindler. There are no good guys.

      I write about the golden-time bankers, from 1998, when neither the police nor the intelligence services, or any crimes haven’t prevent the banks to make money.

      These novels are not based on a true story, but you will face this reality in every word.

      When totally nude have a look, maybe you still got the shoulder loops

      THE FROZEN DEBT

      __________________________

      One morning he stayed bare-ass, there was no money, no name, no wife, and nothing left... just his shoulder loops.

      The deal Victor set up six years ago kept running like clockwork and suddenly came to a halt. The accounts of the company formerly owned by Victor were blocked by the public prosecution. The man who found Victor in Moscow offered to give him everything back, his company and his board membership  and... his wife.

      Upon his arrival to Berlin Victor realized  all parties  wanted a goner. And Victor was an ideal goner as he was also a mole.

      ABOUT THE SERIES

      __________________________

      These are stories about a man who is not alive anymore. He was a financier, a retired intelligence officer. I had the good luck to arrange a couple of financial frauds. We bumped into each other before the recession, in the flood of shit, together in the dust.

      After his death I still had power of attorney.

      Of course, Victor knew I wouldn’t be able to work on his contacts. I had tried. Now it’s funny to think of it. I am, and always have been, a go-between, a rat. Nobody needs middlemen. They get rid of them; they send them to Hell. But I had a white shirt with a necktie, and copies of million-strong contracts for oil, gas, diamonds, and rare-earth metals: light-as-air, rolled fax sheets with lots of zeroes. They made me giddy; they made me drunk. And I ran along with them, and easily foisted them for the middlemen: muddy, middle-aged misters.

      When some of the first deals failed, I went into hysterics. I wanted to throw everything in.

      Once I had a dream. In my dream, I heard a telephone call,

      Miss Schlegel? We need your signature to extend a contract concluded by Mr...  

      I woke up scared; something turned over inside of me. I realized that I was spending my life waiting for such a call. It didn’t matter where it caught me.

      But there was no going back. Once you’ve taken a step forward, you realize you can’t turn back anymore.

      Why did he leave all this to me? I looked the papers over, recalling past years, deals, people, talks: everything from the first meeting to the last minute. And I couldn’t find anything for me; because it wasn’t for me, actually, for the old me. So I changed. I became a con.

      My life was changed. Sometimes it was as convincing and disgusting as a life of a whore. It was as inaccessible as the man who despises you. It was like vomit or sweat from the body from heavy hangover shivers. You wish to run, and there’s no place to run to. It’s a cold stupor. So it’s stupid to look at the smeared corpse on the road, and it’s impossible to regain consciousness to look away. This passion nests in the heart, and you don’t know what is it.

      I have his photo, the last one, taken at Arkhangelskoe hospital. Summer. We’re sitting on the edge of a dried-up fountain. He embraces me with one arm, and I’m lost next to him. He is gray-haired and corpulent. He has a mocking look. And behind us there are towering white marble angels.

      CHAPTER ONE

      __________________________

      FIND A MOLE

      Moscow-Berlin, June 2001

      Max and I were walking towards Victor’s office from the metro station holding a can of beer each. In Nikitsky Boulevard the streetlights were on, neon-white against the dusty grey of the twilight. The setting sun was also white, just like after sunrise contouring the roofs and the maple crowns in black, amazingly lining out each and every leaf in a delicate way as if engraving on zinc. Everything was looking flat like a black and white photo. A warm gentle rain dropped to the ground. The rain drops sparkled in the whitening crew cut of Max’ hair like glass beards in the grass, so he looked somewhat of a mussy sparrow. 

      Max was a private detective hired by the head of Berlin Hurst Bank. I asked him about it, he said in Soviet times was doing service in Germany and then stayed there for another five years on contract, so he had lots of friends there. He was recommended, but who knows? I looked into his face a few times but it was impossible to grasp anything, Max himself was not clear with what was happening around.

      A week ago Max appeared on the porch of my house on the gulf coast in the countryside near Tallinn, and said,

      You have a choice, either you make a call to Victor and he agrees to meet me, or you go to court in Dusseldorf, as a witness for now.

      So he left me no choice.

      I called Victor as soon as I could. Victor told me not to worry, and he was ready to see Max.

      One day Victor had told me it would be good to earn a little bit and check

      Enjoying the preview?
      Page 1 of 1