Chapter Three
Connect The Dots
It was Thursday evening, tomorrow Rachel would travel back to South Devon and in the peace and tranquility of home, revue her findings.
Arriving around midday the Cottage was empty. Her Mother Kristina was attending a Grass green Bowls committee meeting; Her Father Peter was not due home until Saturday morning and Steven would travel home that evening from Bristol, wasting no time she made a strong cup of black Coffee and she was good to go.
To substantiate her findings, Rachel had the previous evening looked quickly into three other cases in different Countries. All followed the same path to South America. The over- riding links were the dates in the early 1950s, but that in turn would mean that what ever this was went back even further. "The 1940s," pondered Rachel, could this be something to do with the Second World War? But why were people being murdered 30 years after it ended? "I must speak with Professor Timms"
Could there be a Nazi uprising taking place in pockets of Europe. Was it a drugs thing with South American connections. But that would rule out the German theory. Or is it a Religious Cult and these people are human sacrifices?
With a process of elimination Rachel realised that what she had tried to ignore was clearly the answer. The War and Germany and the link was where she did not want to go, The Jews, but why? Rachel hated the idea but this was one subject on which her Father was an expert. He may have some answers.
Saturday, mid afternoon, Steven had taken off with friends and her Parents were having tea in the lounge, a perfect time thought Rachel. "Mother, Father" she said in an excited voice, " I have some theories regarding the case I have been working on and would like to discuss them with you. I think you might find them interesting," and without taking time to breathe she voiced all of her findings to her stunned parents. "So you see the only logical answer is Germany and World War Two, what do you think?
"Stop right there young lady" said Peter Riesen quickly rising from his chair, "I will have no mention let alone discussions in this house on the subject of Nazis, now put an end to this nonsense"
"But Father" said Rachel, "the War ended sixty five years ago it is ridiculous the way you and others carry on about it. but very well I will not mention the subject again although I will carry on my investigation and intend to take my findings to the appropriate authorities. I am sorry if this upsets you Father"
"At this Peter Riesen walked slowly to his office, stepped inside, closed and locked the door, as he had done on many occasions
"Rachel spent the next few days researching some angles she had on the killings, but uppermost in her mind was to look at other parts of the World and check for similarities, To help with this she contacted an old University friend Carla Jones now working for a leading Chicago Newspaper. Carla was only to pleased to help and that same afternoon came back with some interesting information. There had been over the past 25 years, 30 similar incidents with the same STATS. Young men and women all strangled on or around their 25th birthdays. These took place in North America and Canada, but to add to this there had been one or two incidents of a similar nature in Australia and New Zealand therefore it was definitely global. "What information do you have" asked Carla, "come on spill the beans"
"Nothing substantial yet " answered Rachel, "I have been asked to research this as a University assignment. When I have something positive, you will be the first to know. Thank you for your help Carla I will speak to you soon"
"This is massive" thought Rachel; How do I get this across, it sounds so far-fetched" Ancestors of Germans being systematically murdered 65 years after the war ended. The obvious suspicion would fall on the Jewish communities, but why?, I should speak to my farther , whether he likes it or not
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Twenty One
General FictionThe Jewish/German war goes on. a story of hatred and revenge and one woman's efforts to see the end