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Hans Ulfert, a photographer who made millions taking portraits of the rich, famous and infamous, ends up in the hospital after a heart attack. The hospital staff call his daughter, Adelheid Penner, the emergency contact person listed on a business card in his wallet. Even though Adelheid fled home years previously and the two had scarcely spoken in eighteen years, Addy drops everything and drives three hours to get to the hospital. Hans Ulfert warns his estranged daughter not to trust her brothers and asks her to destroy his secrets. With no idea what to look for, Addy begins a horrifying journey uncovering one dark secret after another. Each discovery forces her to admit her childhood was nothing close to normal. Even as she questions why her father chose her for this gruesome task, her three brothers set a plan in place to murder her to ensure their place in their father's will. The photographer suddenly dies, and not of natural causes, and a rookie detective discovers that each of Hans Ulfert's children has motive to kill him.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	28 février 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528981798
Langue	English

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The Photographer’s Will
Gary N Dyck
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-02-28
The Photographer’s Will About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Preamble Prologue Ricky Rudolph Karl Hans Addy Living Will Declaration Enduring Power of Attorney Applicable Law Revocation of Previous Powers of Attorney Powers to Endure Effective Date Powers Interview with Rudolph Ulfert Conclusions/Speculations/Questions Conclusions/speculations/questions Interview with Adelheid Penner Interview with Jack Penner Conclusions/speculations/questions Interview with Karl Ulfert Conclusions/speculations/ questions Interview with Heinrich Ulfert Conclusions/speculations/questions 2nd Interview with Heinrich Ulfert Hunt for the missing girl called off for the night Missing girl still not found Search called off for girl missing in the everglades Fisherman finds the missing girl alive days after the search is called off Conclusion
About the Author
Gary N Dyck is an artist, photographer and writer with a passion for travel and adventure. As a young man, he went to university with the goal of becoming a writer but discovered that the best education for writing isn’t found in the classroom. It is found in living. His writing reflects his deep connection to the land and the often-twisted relationships that fashion humanity.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my father-in-law. If he were alive, I’m sure he would hate every bit of it. I dedicate it to him anyway because without him I would not have my beautiful wife. Although my father-in-law inspired parts of this book, the storyline is not based on his life.
Copyright Information ©
Gary N Dyck (2020)
The right of Gary N Dyck to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
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First Published (2020)
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Acknowledgement
Many thanks to my beautiful wife, who puts up with all the time I spend inventing other realities.
Preamble
As a writer, I choose topics, characters, and conflicts that help me tell the thousand stories that spin around in my head. I intend no slander against any nationality, gender, orientation, religion or person. This book is fiction. The characters are most definitely fiction. Any resemblance to real people or real situations is purely coincidental.
Prologue
They met over beers at Hooters. Well, Karl drank beer. Rudy drank Coke and Ricky sipped orange juice the barmaid promised was organic. They had little in common and, truth be told, they despised each other. Yet the brothers came together from the far reaches of Canada to say things in person that they didn’t dare say over the phone or by email. Together they laid out a plan to murder their sister.
Ricky
Ricky felt extremely uncomfortable with the topic. His sister Addy was the best of them. The one child of Hans Ulfert that wasn’t totally screwed up. Adelheid was six years his senior, and he just turned 30. For his birthday, Addy sent him a birthday card with a picture of a bouquet of pink roses on the cover and a $100 gift card to Rad Hourani, a boutique in Montreal where he lived. She wrote in the card in purple ink, “Hoping this next year is the best one ever. Love, Sis.”
Her husband Jack wrote in it too, and it sounded like he meant it. “I hope you can come to stay with us at Christmas. We have room. Love, Jack.”
Ricky sat in the same room as them twice in the last 10 years. Once when his grandmother died nearly a decade ago and last fall when they were together for his mom’s funeral. “Good times,” he said out loud.
Addy included with the card a photograph of her family. “Who does that nowadays?” he asked himself. “Everyone posts everything online.” But he saw her point. It is not like any of his siblings considered each other Facebook friends. A fridge magnet held the picture in place, and he smiled every time he opened the fridge door.
Ricky did like Addy’s kids, and they liked him. Riley was cuter and more precocious than any 10-year-old girl should be and her eight-year-old brother, Cody, played rough and tumble. Playing with them was the one bright spot, the one good thing, at Mom’s funeral , Ricky thought. And Addy’s kids don’t have German names .
Just after Riley was born, Ricky’s older brother, Karl, told him, “Heinrich, Dad demanded that Jack and Adelheid rename their kid Wilhelmina after Mom. Guess what? The fools wouldn’t do it.”
Apparently, Jack stood his ground and Ricky’s dad let everyone know that he wrote Adelheid and Jack out of his will. Karl thought this was the best thing ever. Ricky felt sorry for them.
Yes, good old Dad , Ricky thought. Had his kids exactly three years apart. Gave them all German names. First Adelheid, then Karl, himself and Rudolf. Seriously, who the hell gives their kids names like that and demands everyone at school call them by their real names?
“Karl got away easy. How can you screw up that name?” he complained to himself. “The kids called my sister Heidy or Addy when Dad wasn’t around. And Rudolf? Rudy wasn’t the usual first pick of things to call him. Most often the kids called him Red Nose. And then there is my name. Heinrich. I got called Heiny for years.”
Ricky felt proud of Addy for standing behind Jack. He admired Jack too. They were the only people ever to stand up to the old man.
“It is a real shame that we have to kill Addy,” Ricky whispered. “She’s done more for Mom and the old man than the three of us put together.”
Rudy glared at him with such hatred that Ricky wondered if Rudy planned to kill him too.
“There is no other way,” Karl stated calmly.
“Who isn’t afraid of Rudolf Ulrich Ulfert?” Ricky said to himself. His very large and scary brother stood seven-feet tall and was built like a redwood tree. His head looked twice the size of a normal man’s. His unkempt beard and hate-filled eyes took away any thought that he might be a giant teddy bear.
Rudolph stared with hatred across the table at Ricky and pumped his massive hands into fists the size of a melon. Then he lifted his thigh-sized left arm and flexed the muscles into definition. “I bench press 225 kilograms and I can break you in half. If you chicken out, Ricky, I will kill you. And I won’t do it fast. First, I’ll tear off all your appendages and shove them up your ass. Then I’ll…”
“Shut up, Rudolf!” Karl ordered. “Heinrich will do his part. He wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t willing.”
Rudy’s hate-filled face, as he glared at Karl, was like seeing the face of the Devil as he discovered Christ rose from the grave. Not that Karl is anything like a Saviour , Ricky thought. No, Karl is very much like my father. Manipulating, scheming and evil. An absolute control freak, yet all wrapped up in a charming personality.
Ricky never would call his brother Rudolf to his face. God, Rudy hated that name. But Karl did it and got away with it. Karl always used their proper names, just like their old man. And Ricky knew from the way Rudy turned purple with rage, yet never punched out Karl’s teeth, that Karl held something over on him.
Smiling Karl. All the while holding a very sharp axe over Rudy’s gigantic neck just waiting for an opportunity to take him out. Karl the expert blackmailer. Karl, Ricky’s father incarnate.
A scantily clad and very busty waitress came by and Karl ordered another beer. His third.
“And bring one for my brother,” he said as he pointed at Rudy.
“No! I drink Coke,” Rudy hissed at Karl.
He barely got the words out when Karl said, “On second thought, bring us each a pint.”
Rudolph
Rudolph felt embarrassed to sit at the same table as Heinrich. He hated Ricky’s tight jeans with the bling on the back pocket. He despised Ricky’s black shirt with the pink trim on the collar and the pocket. He abhorred Ricky’s pink sapphire earrings. Most of all, he loathed Ricky’s eyelash extensions.
Normally, I would never be caught on the same side of the street with anyone of Ricky’s persuasion , Rudolph thought.
Just then, Karl said to the barmaid, “We’re brothers. Supposedly, we all have the same mother and father. Do we look like brothers to you?”
The barmaid tipped her head slightly to one side, her long auburn hair dangled to her bare and shapely midriff, and she looked at each of them. She smiled at Karl and answered, “You’re all kinda different, but you do all have the same nose. And your hair is the same sandy-brown colour. Yes, I’d say you are brothers.”
Karl smiled from ear to ear as he extended his little finger to touch the side of the waitress’s hand.
Rudy turned red and pumped his fist because he wanted to knock Karl into next week. Then he heard Ricky snicker. Rudy turned his hatred towards Ricky and began to rise, but Karl put his hand on Rudolf’s massive wrist and the giant sat back down.
“Ricky is definitely the result of defective sperm,” Rudy hissed. Rudolph would have blamed his mother for having an affair nine months before she gave birth to Ricky, but Rudolph couldn’t see how that could happen. His father controlled every second of his mother’s life, absolutely every second, even when he was out of the country.
Rudy remembered how Hans Ulfert, his father, was totally at a loss when the doctors diagnosed Wilhelmina with inflammatory breast cancer. He could do nothing to control deadly disease. Hans dem