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screams awakened him after another nightmare.

Again he checked that the gun was in the inner pocket, ready to be used if a
situation arose.

"If we're not ahead of time, we'll run into trouble soon. We must sell to the right
ones and we must sell at the right price, at the right time. ”

Fussy, Dieter had walked back and forth in the office the rest of the week with

uneasy steps when Christian Wilkens dropped by with a bottle of very expensive
red wine, which the art dealer had immediately opened.

The first glass swallowed Dieter in two mouths while he continued to go back
and forth in the office without looking at Wilkens.

“Donate again. I find as soon as possible one to stand for the day to day with the

business, so I get more time. ”
Later that night, Dieter was taken with Wilkens on The Golden Pheasant. Later

he woke up in a dingy bedroom. A guy with stiff stubble and barked fists had

pulled him out of bed and shouted that it was not a hotel and that he should look
to collect his clothes and disappear if he wanted to preserve the chunk of meat

he had dangled between his legs.
The pimp hit him on his cheek and left a wound so visible that Dieter, for

the sake of business, had to serve a story of him tumbling off a ladder when he

fixed a lamp.
Wilkens’ art gallery was located in the middle of Smerkstrasse and was next-

door neighbor to Hamburg's largest auction house, Sosse.

Alfred Wilkens senior was standing right by the door of the gallery, as Dieter
entered heavily breathing. He brushed the dust off his black suit jacket. Standing

right by the entrance had become a habit for Wilkens – a war custom.

"Well hello, Dieter."
Wilkens loved when people came to visit him - especially someone with whom

he had had a past.

The two great families, Stormann and Wilkens, had crossed paths when Walther

Stormann and Karl Wilkens met each other as schoolboys. For decades, the two
had kept in touch, even though Wilkens moved north.