Ergebnis für "dortmund" in Krimis & Thriller

John Dortmunder has been working an encyclopedia-selling scam while waiting for his next big heist. Unfortunately, his latest mark seems to be wise to the con, and he has to cut his sales pitch short and make a quick escape.

The Byzantine Fire is much more than a flawless ninety-carat ruby. As a stone it's worth over a million dollars, a value vastly increased by its pure gold band - but its history is what makes it priceless. A ring that has been fought for with sword and pen and passed from nation to nation by all manner of theft and trickery, has finally made its way to the United States. The US agrees to return it to Turkey, but it's about to be stolen twice more.

Das Revierderby Schalke gegen Dortmund ist mal wieder vorbei. Auf dem Nachhauseweg stürmen Hooligans den Zug und zurück bleibt ein Toter - erstochen mit einem Messer. Für Hauptkommissar Rüdiger Brischinsky und seinen Mitarbeiter Heiner Baumann scheint die Sache zunächst klar, denn dem Toten gegenüber saß Michael Droppe, zwar volltrunken, aber besudelt mit dem Blut des Opfers, und vor allem finden sich seine Fingerabdrücke auf der Tatwaffe.

It would take a miracle to keep Dortmunder out of jail. Though he cased the electronics store perfectly, the cops surprised him, turning up in the alley just as he was walking out the back door, a television in each hand. Already a two-time loser, without divine intervention he faces a long stretch inside. Then God sends J. Radcliffe Stonewiler, a celebrity lawyer who gets Dortmunder off with hardly any effort at all. Stonewiler was sent by Arnold Chauncey, an art lover with a cash-flow problem. He asks the thief to break into his house and make off with a valuable painting in exchange for a quarter of the insurance money.

In his day, Tom was a hard man. He came up with Dillinger in the 1930s, and pulled a lot of high-profile jobs before the state put him away. They meant it to be for good, but after twenty-three years the prisons are too crowded for seventy-year-old bank robbers, and so they let the old man go. Finally free, he heads straight for John Dortmunder's house. Long ago, Tom buried $700,000, and now he needs help digging it up. While he was inside, the government dammed a nearby river, creating a reservoir and putting fifty feet of water on top of his money.

Kommissar Georg Schüpper, genannat "Der Spaten", hat ein Problem. Nicht, weil er als Schalke-Fan im Polizeipräsidium Dortmund arbeiten muss, das hält er aus. Auch nicht wegen seines ständig schmerzenden Knies, dagegen nimmt er Voltaren. Sein aktueller Fall hingegen bereitet ihm Kopfzerbrechen: ein ermordeter Albaner hinterlässt an weiteren Tatorten Spuren. Wer versucht dort eine falsche Fährte zu legen? Und wie hängen die Morde zusammen? Unterstützung ungeahnter Art bekommt Schüppe vom Reporter Tom Balzack.

Als der Dortmunder Rechtsanwalt Stephan Knobel von seinem neuen Mandanten Gregor Pakulla den Auftrag erhält, dessen verschwundenen Bruder Sebastian zu suchen, wundert er sich zunächst...

John Dortmunder leaves jail with ten dollars, a train ticket, and nothing to make money on but his good name. Thankfully, his reputation goes far. No one plans a caper better than Dortmunder. His friend Kelp picks him up in a stolen Cadillac and drives him away from Sing-Sing, telling a story of a $500,000 emerald that they just have to steal. Dortmunder doesn't hesitate to agree.

Kelp has a plan, and John Dortmunder knows that means trouble. His friend Kelp is a jinx, and his schemes, no matter how well intentioned, tend to spiral quickly out of control. But this one, Kelp swears, is airtight. He read it in a book.

In county lock-up for a traffic charge, Kelp came across a library of trashy novels by an author named Richard Stark. The hero is a thief named Parker whose plans, unlike Kelp and Dortmunder's, always work out. In one, Parker orchestrates a kidnapping so brilliant that, Kelp thinks, it would have to work in real life.

It's the score of a lifetime: easy access to a lavish New York City apartment, hordes of valuables, and an absentee owner avoiding the lawyers of his unhappy ex-wives. But before they pull the job, Dortmunder's crew is startled to find their beloved gin joint, the OJ, in the clutches of the Mafia--who consider it perfect for a little fraud, courtesy of a nice big fire. For tactical and highly superstitious reasons, the fate of the OJ is even more important to the crew than the enormous score.

John Dortmunder doesn't like manual labor. So when he gets the offer of money to dig up a grave, he balks . . . then he wonders why Fitzroy Guilderpost, criminal mastermind, wants to pull a switcheroo of two 70-years-dead Indians.

Arriving home at dawn after another failed burglary, John Dortmunder—the anti-hero of Donald Westlake's popular comic crime series—is shocked to find his apartment occupied by a notorious cellmate everyone had supposed (and hoped) had been jailed for life.