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Nachts auf den Straßen Dresdens ist es 1956 gefährlich. #MaxHeller ermittelt unter Zeitdruck. @Frank Goldammer gönnt dem Kommissar auch in seinem sechsten Fall keine Verschnaufpause. Die Rezension gibt es zum Welttag des Buches mit Video bei #2Blogs1Buch.
Verlorene Engel von Frank Goldammer
Dresden, 1956. Unter einer Brücke an der Elbe wird eine Frauenleiche gefunden. Kommissar Max Heller scheint gar nicht zuständig zu sein, sondern eher die Kollegen von der Sitte. Für Frauen ist es nämlich auf den Straßen Dresdens gefährlich geworden. Zwei russische Soldaten stehen im Verdacht, Frauen zu vergewaltigen. Doch diese Frau wurde eindeutig ermordet.…
#MaxHeller ermittelt in seinem fünften Fall und es ist fünf vor zwölf; für ihn, für den jungen Staat, für alle. @Frank Goldammer setzt sich mit den Aufständen des #17Juni1953 auseinander und kombiniert Historie mit einem spannenden Krimi. (@dtv)
Juni 53 von Frank Goldammer
Nach den Aufständen am 17. Juni 1953 wird eine Leiche in einem Behälter mit Glaswolle. Es ist der Leiter des VEB Rohrisolation. Ein weiterer Mitarbeiter des Betriebs ist spurlos verschwunden. Max Hellerund Peter Oldenbusch ermitteln in der turbulenten Zeit der DDR-Geschichte. Sie schließen nicht aus, dass der Mord mit den Aufständen zusammenhängt. Ihnen zur Seite…
Relatives: Parents deceased. Tabatha Heller is missing
Job: Unemployed
Personality: Badass, smart, tactician, focused
Bio: Max was going to protect and serve as a cop and had hoped to become a detective. His father tried enlisting him in the army instead but Max was out of the house before he could be sent off. He learned how to use almost any weapon from a friend who was an ex-cop and decided to become a professional marksman and hunter. At 20 he returned home to find it burned to the ground and his parents dead, though his sister had gone missing. Max began to try tracking her down and had lost all hope until someone said they saw Tabatha going southeast from Philadelphia. Now having stumbled across this random town, he gets the jeebs from the overly kind and happy townsfolk, but still searches for his sister, hoping she’s alive and well.
Roleplay Experience:5 years. I've roleplayed from Formspring to Tumblr as various characters ranging from intense to silly or insane. Currently in an Avengers Rp on tumblr.
Activity Level:8, I am currently job hunting and also in another RP
Character Name: Maxwell 'Max' Heller
Character Age: 21
Face Claim: Jensen Ackles
Group: Humanis
Power: Pinpoint accuracy, speed, and strength.
Relatives: Parents deceased. Tabatha Heller is missing.
Job: Unemployed
Personality: Badass, smart, tactician, focused.
Bio:Max was going to protect and serve as a cop and had hoped to become a detective. His father tried enlisting him in the army instead but Max was out of the house before he could be sent off. He learned how to use almost any weapon from a friend who was an ex-cop and decided to become a professional marksman and hunter. At 20 he returned home to find it burned to the ground and his parents dead, though his sister had gone missing. Max began to try tracking her down and had lost all hope until someone said they saw Tabatha going southeast from Philadelphia. Now having stumbled across this random town, he gets the jeebs from the overly kind and happy townsfolk, but still searches for his sister, hoping she's alive and well.
Para Sample:Driving through the town was just too damn easy. Max was used to big complex streets and roundabout turns that could lead you off a cliff. This place was just.... flat and straight and it annoyed him. Coming from Pennsylvania he loved the hills and mountains they had there. Looking for Tabatha had been no easy feat, and it had taken him a whole year just to get a good clue as to where she might be. Max pulled off to the side and parked, getting out to feed the meter. He looked around and saw that very few people were out and about on this fine morning.
Weird. You'd at least think there'd be some punk kid skateboarding down the sidewalk. He just shrugged and walked into the store he had parked in front of. Walking through the store he picked up some supplies, mostly ice, some soda and a six-pack of beer, he noticed that they didn't even have that many employees. Max walked up to the counter and set his items down, the cashier just looked at him like Max had just desecrated a grave. As soon as the drinks and ice were payed for he was out of there, heading to his car and opening the trunk to add his drinks to his cooler after putting the ice in. Max closed the cooler and then the trunk and began to drive out of the town but as soon as he started to cross the line, his car stalled.
