By A. C. Baantjer
Een veertigjarige vrouw meldt aan het bureau Warmoesstraat de vermissing van haar guy, een keurige bankier op wie zij niet meer zo gesteld is. Niet veel later wordt de vondst van een lijk met een dolk in de rug gemeld in het souterrain van een te koop staand pand aan de Herengracht. De geschrokken eigenares herkent de dode als een relatie van haar vader. Beiden waren lid van de geheimzinnige Broederschap van het Kruis. Het moordwapen is een vreemd version ponjaard dat als een kruis uit de rug van de vermoorde steekt. De Cock (met ceeooceekaa) en zijn collega Vledder, die bij deze zaak worden betrokken, ontdekken dat wie tegen de beginselen van de Broederschap van het Kruis zondigt, door een bloedraad wordt veroordeeld. Er blijkt een groepering te bestaan die er eigen wetten en straffen op na houdt. Het is aan De Cock te ontdekken wie er lid zijn. Al zou het zijn laatste zaak zijn, maar déze wil De Cock oplossen, dit soort genootschappen vormt een gevaar voor het land. Elk lid van de Broederschap van het Kruis beschikt over een dodelijke ponjaard! Ook het voorname lid dat in een villa in Naarden woont in de buurt van het befaamde hotel-restaurant Jan Tabak.
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When he saw me he got up and took a Sig Sauer pistol from the table, stuffing it into his waistband, the grip hanging over the lip of his drawstring pants. We shook hands and he walked me over to my bike. He straddled it, started it up, and rode the throttle in neutral. He yelled over the engine, “That Spectre pistol Core's selling you? ” “Mommy. That's too much for a pistol, Bird. It was me I'd charge you three hundy” “That's cool of you, dude, but he ain't budging. ” I stuck my chin at the bike.
Or get shot here and let my partners waste him? Or hope one of them gets a clean line on him right this second? Or lie down and try to stay out of the way of everyone's bullets that were sure to puncture the Monte Carlo any second? Or, or, or … drop the keys? Yes, drop the keys. If I was going to die, then he was going to die too. I pulled the keys out of the ignition and let them fall into the footwell. ” “Motherfucker—” I leaned forward and Provestgaard did too. Mellor, who was closest to the passenger's side of the car, stuck his revolver in the rear window gap and emptied it.
Shoot, in that year, 1987, he probably even had his own computer. It didn't appeal to me. The bullet put the rush of the streets in me and through me. It guaranteed I'd never direct anything but myself, and convinced me that large desks were for castrated dummies. I thought, Fuck that, I'm gonna be an undercover. ” AUGUST 2001—JANUARY 2002 IF ANYTHING, THE shooting proved that my job, and therefore my life, was not glamorous in any way. Pathetically, I'd imagined that undercover life would be like Miami Vice—full of cigarette boats, fast cars, expensive clothes, and perfect tens in bikinis sitting in my lap while I negotiated with drug kingpins.