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Passenger 23

Sebastian Fitzek
Chapters (88)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Contents
  7. Prologue
  8. 1
  9. 2
  10. 3
  11. 4
  12. 5
  13. 6
  14. 7
  15. 8
  16. 9
  17. 10
  18. 11
  19. 12
  20. 13
  21. 14
  22. 15
  23. 16
  24. 17
  25. 18
  26. 19
  27. 20
  28. 21
  29. 22
  30. 23
  31. 24
  32. 25
  33. 26
  34. 27
  35. 28
  36. 29
  37. 30
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. 36
  44. 37
  45. 38
  46. 39
  47. 40
  48. 41
  49. 42
  50. 43
  51. 44
  52. 45
  53. 46
  54. 47
  55. 48
  56. 49
  57. 50
  58. 51
  59. 52
  60. 53
  61. 54
  62. 55
  63. 56
  64. 57
  65. 58
  66. 59
  67. 60
  68. 61
  69. 62
  70. 63
  71. 64
  72. 65
  73. 66
  74. 67
  75. 68
  76. 69
  77. 70
  78. 71
  79. 72
  80. 73
  81. 74
  82. 75
  83. 76
  84. About this book and thanks
  85. Epilogue
  86. About the author
  87. About the translator
  88. An Invitation from the Publisher

Cover

PASSENGER

23

Title Page

SEBASTIAN

FITZEK

PASSENGER

23

translated from the German by
Jamie Bulloch

Copyright

First published in Germany as Passagier 23 in 2014 by Droemer Knaur
First published in the UK in 2021 by Head of Zeus Ltd

Passagier 23 copyright © 2014 Verlagsgruppe Droemer Knaur GmbH & Co. KG, Munich, Germany

Translation © 2021 Jamie Bulloch

The moral right of Sebastian Fitzek to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act of 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 both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.

ISBN (HB): 9781838935795

ISBN (XTPB): 9781838935801

ISBN (E): 9781838934521

Head of Zeus Ltd

5–8 Hardwick Street

London EC1R 4RG

Dedication

In memory of my mother, Christa Fitzek
Coffee later!

Epigraph

Since 2000 at least 200 passengers and crew members have gone overboard on cruise ships and ferries worldwide.

‘Vanished without trace’,

Tagesspiegel, 25/8/2013

Cruise ships are like small cities. But […] no one falls off a city never to be heard of again.

US Senator Christopher Shays,

Guardian, 2007

Record passenger numbers: the cruise ship industry has broken the 20 million barrier. […] The sector is celebrating a growth of ten per cent and believes that much untapped potential still exists.

Spiegel Online, 11/9/2012

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

About this book and thanks

Epilogue

About the author

About the translator

An Invitation from the Publisher

Prologue

Human blood:

• 44 per cent haematocrit

• 55 per cent plasma

• And a one hundred per cent mess when it spurts uncontrollably around the room from a punctured artery.

The doctor, as he liked to call himself, even though he’d never completed a PhD, wiped his brow with the back of his hand. This only smeared the spatters of blood, which must have looked pretty revolting. But at least the stuff wasn’t dripping into his eye any more, like last year when for six weeks after treating the prostitute, he’d been terrified that he’d contracted HIV, hepatitis C or some other horrific disease.