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Hannah Vogel #1
Forge Books
May 2009
On Sale: May 12, 2009
Featuring: Hannah Vogel
304 pages
ISBN: 0765320444
EAN: 9780765320445
Hardcover
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Even though hardened crime reporter Hannah Vogel knows all too well how tough it is to survive in 1931 Berlin, she is devastated when she sees a photograph of her brother’s body posted in the Hall of the Unnamed Dead. Ernst, a cross-dressing lounge singer at a seedy nightclub, had many secrets, a never-ending list of lovers, and plenty of opportunities to get into trouble.

Hannah delves into the city’s dark underbelly to flush out his murderer, but the late night arrival of a five-year-old orphan on her doorstep complicates matters. The endearing Anton claims that Hannah is his mother... and that her dead brother Ernst is his father.

As her investigations into Ernst’s murder and Anton's parentage uncover political intrigue and sex scandals in the top ranks of the rising Nazi party, Hannah fears not only for her own life, but for that of a small boy who has come to call her "mother."

Excerpt

Echoes of my footfalls faded into the damp air of the Hall
of the Unnamed Dead as I paused to stare at the framed
photograph of a man. He was laid out against a riverbank,
dark slime wrapped around his sculpted arms and legs. Even
through the paleness and rigidity of death, his face was
beautiful. A small, dark mole graced the left side of his
cleft chin. His dark eyebrows arched across his forehead
like bird wings, and his long hair, dark now with water,
streamed out behind him.Watery morning light from high
windows illuminated the neat grid of black-and-white
photographs lining the walls of the Alexanderplatz police
station. One hundred frames displayed the faces and postures
of Berlin’s most recent unclaimed dead. Every Monday the
police changed out the oldest photographs to make room for
the latest editions of those who carried no identification,
as was too often the case in Berlin since the Great War.My
eyes darted to the words under the photograph that had
called to me. Fished from the water by a sightseeing boat
the morning of Saturday, May 30, 1931—the day before
yesterday. Apparent cause of death: stab wound to the heart.
Under distinguishing characteristics they listed a
heart-shaped tattoo on his lower back that said “Father.” No
identification present.

I needed none. I knew the face as well as my own, or my
sister Ursula’s, with our square jaws and cleft chins. I
wore my dark blond hair cut short into a bob, but he wore
his long, like our mother, like any woman of a certain age,
although he was neither a woman nor of a certain age. He was
my baby brother, Ernst.