Entartte — The Shadowboxer Files action adventure thriller

Entartte —

PROLOGUE

He was respected once, but now no one could recall his name. If he was mentioned in the history books, but as an addendum to a footnote, forgotten and lost.

Once though, he held the eye of the monster powerful man in the world.

Once he was important.

“This is the painting I wish to sell,” he held the crumpled piece of notebook paper in his hand.

Those were the first words he had spoken in almost a dozen years. His voice was cracked from disuse, the words halting. He needed to practice which was why he had written it down. An entire script scratched out on paper.

“This is the painting I wish to sell,” he whispered.

He stood in front of it now, pulled from a row of other canvas paintings stacked against the wall. Each wall in his large flat was covered in paintings that leaned in precarious piles, over fourteen hundred of them. He had grown up with the secret of the artwork hidden in the apartment, a secret drilled into him by his father, who had been even more important than he.

His name was Klaus, though he had Anglicized the pronunciation and spelling after the end of the war to Nicholas. Many German’s had made switches to…