White Niggers
Chapter 73
Saturday, December 7th, 2019, 07:00
Lagerstraße, Feldkirchen, Styria
It's a stretch to call Lagerstraße a street. It's barely wide enough to fit a single car. For the most part, there are fields to both sides of this "street."
There is only one detached house close to the intersection of Lagerstraße and Gartengasse. This is where Lisa lives.
Timur has been observing it for several days now.
His Chevy van is parked behind trees at some distance from their house. Timur can see the garage in his binoculars. A jack handle lies on the passenger seat.
A white Mercedes CLA coupe backs out of the garage.
This is probably her future husband, Timur thinks. It's surprising he got up so early. Normally nothing happens here before 10:00.
If you want to prevent her from marrying him, this is the ideal moment, Timur thinks.
He starts the engine and slowly steers the van from his cover. The white Mercedes drives down the Gartengasse past the railway station. Then, it turns to a country road.
Timur follows him. After a few minutes they leave the village. Timur looks out of the window. There are neither cars, nor pedestrians.
Timur accelerates and catches up with the white Mercedes. He can see the driver – a man of at least 70 years.
This can't be him, Timur thinks. He could be her grandfather.
Timur waves the driver to pull over. At the same time he moves the car closer to the white Mercedes.
I hope he doesn't just flee, Timur thinks. I don't think my van can compete with his in engine power and aerodynamics.
Timur pushes the white Mercedes to the side of the road. It slowly decelerates and comes to a halt at the side of the road, close to a cliff. Timur stops his van a few meters in front of it.
Timur walks towards the white Mercedes. He swings the jack handle in his hands.
Punching dough is good. But for good to prevail, it must have fists. Ideally, reinforced by steel.