Alle Kapitel von Dr. KILLER : Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

Adrian's POVI'd heard stories about Dr. Karma Kuntz long before I transferred to this hospital.In Munich, her name occasionally surfaced during cardiothoracic conferences. Surgeons admired her precision, her ability to make impossible decisions under impossible circumstances, and above all, the composure she supposedly never lost.One consultant had once told me, "If Dr. Karma Kuntz is leading the operation, everyone else breathes easier." At the time, I thought it was an exaggeration, I found it hard to believe because it was simple, no surgeon was that perfect.Today was my first operation assisting her, I have been anticipating it. In short, the moment I was told to handle such complicated surgery, it's best I approached the CEO, I just couldn't wait. I know it's not an easy surgery, even for someone like her. But being with her is what is keeping me going.Within the first hour, I understood why people spoke about her the way they did. She hardly wasted a movement, every instruc

Karma's POVThe next two days passed in a blur.I had gone back to my own apartment the evening after the surgery. As much as I loved staying with Noah, we had both agreed that we couldn't neglect our individual spaces entirely.My mornings returned to their usual rhythm. I'd wake up before sunrise, get ready for work, and drive myself to the hospital. Noah and I still spoke every morning before either of us got too busy with work, and most evenings we'd either have dinner together or talk until one of us fell asleep.The next two days passed in a blur. My routine hardly changed, consultations, emergencies, reviews, surgeries, meetings and paperworks.Somewhere in between all of that… I always found myself making my way to the High Dependency Unit. To Yvonne.By the second morning after the surgery, she still hadn't regained consciousness.The monitors remained reassuringly stable, her blood pressure was good, heart rate was regular and her oxygen saturation was excellent.From every

Helena's POVPeople imagined judges as men and women who sat behind elevated benches, listened to lawyers argue for hours, then struck a gavel and went home.If only it were that simple. Justice was exhausting, It was carrying people's lives in stacks of files.It was reading until your eyes burned because one overlooked sentence could alter the outcome of an entire case.And sometimes… It was knowing the guilty would walk free… not because they were innocent, but because someone, somewhere, had buried the evidence before it ever reached your courtroom."...Based on the evidence before this court," I said calmly, looking over the rim of my glasses, "the application for dismissal is denied."The defense attorney's shoulders fell, the victim's mother covered her mouth, tears spilling down her face. "We shall proceed to trial."The courtroom remained silent as I signed the ruling. "Next matter."The clerk called the next case. A government procurement fraud, millions had disappeared.Doc

Noah's POVSome weeks felt as though they had more than seven days.This was one of them.By the time I arrived at the office every morning, there was already a pile of files waiting on my desk, and somehow, by the end of the day, the pile had doubled instead of shrinking.Being a detective wasn't glamorous the way television made people believe.It was long hours, cold coffee, witness statements that contradicted one another, victims desperate for justice, and paperwork. An unbelievable amount of paperwork.I had barely sat down that Tuesday morning before Ethan dropped another file onto my desk."Good morning to you too," I muttered. He grinned. "You'll survive.""I sincerely doubt that." He laughed as he settled into his own chair."We've got three interviews before noon.""I know.""And the prosecutor wants an update on the Davidson case.""I know that as well.""And—" I looked up at him. "If you have one more thing to add, I'm walking out."He chuckled. "You won't.""I won't."We

Karma's POVSaturday arrived sooner than I expected.It had been one of the rare weeks where work didn't completely consume every waking hour of my life. My schedule ended earlier than usual, giving me enough time to get home, freshen up, and head to the café where Eleanor had asked to meet me.She had insisted we meet somewhere Noah wouldn't accidentally run into us."If we're planning a surprise, we have to be sneaky," she'd said over the phone, and I couldn't help but laugh.By the time I arrived, Eleanor was already seated by the window, elegantly dressed as always, a notebook resting on the table in front of her.The moment she saw me, she stood with a bright smile."Karma!""Good evening, Eleanor." She pulled me into a warm hug."I'm so happy you could make it.""So am I."We settled into our seats, ordered coffee and a few pastries, and before long, the conversation shifted to the reason we'd come."Noah's birthday," Eleanor said excitedly, opening the notebook.I smiled. "I st