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The German Connection: True Fiction Series, #1
The German Connection: True Fiction Series, #1
The German Connection: True Fiction Series, #1
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The German Connection: True Fiction Series, #1

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An international Thriller that takes place in Europe, South America and the USA. What do you do when your best friend tells you that his father is involved with the most evil and notorious murderers in history? What happens when you find out that the everyday things you take for granted may be complete lies?

Set in the 1980's at the end of the cold war, this story from Ben Goetz takes the reader into a world where the good and bad guys change places at will to get what they want. A thought provoking and gripping novella that begins with the innocents of childhood and ends in a world of full of lies and death.

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Release dateMay 23, 2013
ISBN9781507035887
The German Connection: True Fiction Series, #1
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Ben Goetz

Ben Goetz is an Author from Southern California who writes high quality Thriller Novels. His new novel: "The American Deception" is the second book in the True Fiction Series set in the 1980s. The book centers around the assassination attempt on President Ronald Reagan. Set in Washington DC, the book is a political thriller and Secret Service procedural roller-coaster ride from start to finish.

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    The German Connection - Ben Goetz

    Introduction

    The first part of my assignment was to create a new identity for myself, under the tutelage of Josh Levin, a respected go-getter at the agency. A placement under Josh was considered to be fortunate, he had an excellent track record of bringing along new agents quickly, and training them to be very competent. I was just starting my career as an agent, but because of my background and the strong recommendation from Josh, basically, he's the only guy we have capable of doing the job, I was a shoe in for this particular assignment. Forging a new identity is much harder nowadays because of advances like easy access to information on the Internet, face recognition software, fast access to fingerprint databases, et al. Back in the late 80's however, when I was starting out, it was much easier to be whoever you wanted to be, all you needed were the right papers and a well produced back-story.

    How I got here is...complicated.

    Chapter 1. West Germany

    My dad, a former agent himself; raised me because my mom had unfortunately died while giving birth to my younger sister. When I was a child he was obsessed with keeping our identities safe. My sister and I were never allowed to tell anyone who was not approved by our dad where we lived or what our names were; we kept our destinations secret and tried to prevent any photos being taken of us. We also could not reveal any personal information about ourselves, and my dad always made sure we understood the rules; there was no room for mistakes. Maybe that's why even today I do not own a smart-phone or have a Facebook account.

    My dad was not one to talk too much about what he did, but when we got older, he explained why he was so secretive about our personal information. He said that his job was top secret and that the people he dealt with would like nothing more than to get access to one of his family members, and take them hostage or possibly kill them to get at him, so this is the way it had to be...always.

    We spent a lot of time in West Germany when we were growing up, because my dad was posted there; we went to an International school, but we had many friends who were locals in the Berlin suburbs. My best friend was a German kid called Johann Adler. We were together most evenings after school and at weekends, and to make us feel at home, his family often spoke to my sister and I in English, as well as German.

    Many of the foreign kids I went to school with did not mix with the locals; they didn't venture far away from the Military bases or their homes, so their German was poor compared to mine. Once I had lived there for a while, I spoke to the locals only in German, it lead to my school friends calling me the kraut, because I spent all my spare time with the German kids. The upside was that I learned to be one of them and blend in, my German friends taught me their slang and treated me like one of them.

    I realized at a young age that I was a good mimic, I could hear someone speak and instantly do a decent impression of them. I could do a flawless one of my friend Johann; we also looked very similar, so we would often pretended that we were brothers just for fun. Unfortunately, as with most jobs abroad, my dad's time in Germany eventually came to an end and we moved back to Washington DC, just after my 18th birthday.

    Chapter 2. Washington DC

    I stayed in contact with Johann but did not see him for almost three and a half years, then one day out of the blue he announced that he was coming to America in the summer to visit my family and I. This was great news, I had been having a hard time adjusting to living back in the US. I had already spent three years at Georgetown University, but still did not feel as though I fit in. I was pretty much a loner the whole time I was there, except for the three girls that I dated, none of which lasted more than six months.

    The summer came and Johann arrived, he stayed at our summer house in Lake Barcroft, Virginia with my dad, my sister and me. We went out on our little motorboat, swam in the lake and did the usual fun, summer stuff, including getting drunk on the illicit beers we sneaked in when my dad was not around, everything was pretty much perfect.

    On one of the last days that we were there, Johann and I went fishing together and got really drunk. By the time we started to walk back to the house the sun was going down and we were very much the worse for wear. We began talking about our days in Germany, and how secretive my dad was with us. We laughed about the silliness of it all and about some of the kids we used to hang out with, I could still do fairly accurate impressions of many of them. After about 20 minutes of walking and reminiscing, Johann said that he had a story about his own family that he would like to share with me.

    Chapter 3. Don't Tell

    Johann began his story, The way things were for your family with your dad's insistence on secrecy would probably be strange to most people, but not to me. I too have some family secrets of my own.

    What do you mean? I asked.

    I can only tell you this because I trust you, if you tell anyone it could endanger my life, and possibly my family.

    I calmed his fears and told him that he knew me better than that; I would never betray his trust, unless he was a serial killer or something crazy like that, then maybe I would!

    He laughed in his booming German tone and said, No, I have never killed anyone, but maybe some of my family has? he spoke the last few words very quietly, just above a whisper.

    The family that you know as mine, they are not my real family, and Johann is not even my real name.

    Are you joking? What the hell is your name then, were you adopted or something?

    No, he replied, Well, sort of. When my parents had me my father was much older, and unfortunately a drunk driver killed my mother. My father was left to bring me up, which he did for a few months, but it became impossible because of all the traveling involved in his work, so the Adler family took me in. They owed my father a great debt so they agreed to raise me as their own. My real name is Klaus Schreiber.

    I was shocked, I would never have guessed they were not a real blood related family, they even looked similar.

    Wow, so neither of us knew our real mothers, at least I know my real dad, but what about yours? I asked.

    "He was still in my life, he used to take me out on trips to very high brow parties, reunions with his old work friends, the Opera and Museums. He told me he was a soldier in the war, and he

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