NaNoWriMo

Well that’s my third “novel” done This one could end up with a spiffy rewrite and actually get submitted for publication at some point. I finished on Day 14
Excerpt from The Freeman Will

At his window, the heavy set, middle aged man checked his reflection yet again. He was not completely satisfied with what he saw, but when he got to America he would join a gym, everything would be good. Besides Sabina said she liked a man with some meat on him. He grinned, running his hand through his thinning blond hair self-consciously.
There was probably just enough time before his train to swing by the coffee shop where that pretty redhead Regina worked. He wondered if she would be there so early. There were never many people around Revaler-straße at this time in the morning. He checked all his forged documents for the ninth time. It wouldn’t take long to drop the papers in the case off with Herr Hoffmann as arranged, collect the money and then when that was all done he was going to be free. He would be an American citizen.
Elisabeth and that screaming brat could go to the devil. Sabina was waiting for him in Hamburg; she had even made all his travel arrangements. She really wanted him. He thought of the smell of her hair, the feel of her soft skin and he couldn’t wait to be with her again. That was the sort of woman he deserved. He was an important man after all, he needed a suitable consort. Gleefully he thought of the pleasures to come, of Monaco and Las Vegas. There would be cruises in the Caribbean and summers on the Côte d’Azur and the most beautiful and fascinating woman in Europe at his side. Today was going to be the first day of the rest of his life. Carefully he loaded his large and awkward case into the back of his year old Volkswagen 411 Sedan and began this great adventure. In his mind he ran through his itinerary and the first thing was his date in Revaler-straße. It shouldn’t take more than five minutes. Sabina was a brilliant organiser; she had all the timings down exactly. She had even told him exactly where he should park his car so it would remain unobserved
Hoffmann buzzed him up on his first ring of the bell. It was so early in the morning that nobody seemed to be around. Sabina had said she had picked the time carefully so no one would see him struggle with the heavy case. When he knocked the door, it opened immediately.
“Hoffmann?”
Minutes later the tall dark haired man sauntered casually out, case in hand. He went directly to the car and drove away. Sabina was waiting for him in Hamburg; she was probably pacing up and down, at this very moment, impatiently checking the clock again and again. He’d done the job he had set out to do. He drove to the checkpoint and crossed over into the West, but he wasn’t heading to Hamburg. He was heading home.