The secret of Jack Daniel's
I have devoted my whole life to finding the lost safe. A safe that once belonged to Jack Daniel's. To a successful businessman, a lover of women and a respected gentleman.
Who would have thought that looking for an ordinary safe could be so important to someone. But what if he's hiding the real secrets? What if it is really important for us to look within again? What if it's hiding something that needs to be dusted off again and shown to the world?
I started traveling for the first time shortly after my studies and my wanderings have not ended until now. I crossed two continents, slept in luxury hotels and in cabins on the edge of the forest. During that time, I met a lot of people, heard countless stories, truths and lies.
Few would say that the thing you use every day for your work can become fatal for you. But what if the same thing then disappears without a trace? Maybe it will fill her with a nebulous secret, maybe it will give rise to new stories. For me and many others, the search has become an obsession. I still don't know if his lover or a relative is behind his disappearance. To this day, I still have no idea if the safe is hiding something more than just money. But what I do know is that Jack Daniel died for it and that it is important to find it before it falls into the wrong hands.
About Mr. Bohm's treasure
In one of the corners of Žižkov, there is an almost forgotten cemetery of a family. The families of Mr. Böhm. Mr. Böhme was not born a wealthy person, but acquired all his wealth during his lifetime. However, no one knew how and where he came to him. He went to study as a young man and came back a completely different person. He had power, wealth and extraordinary charisma. He had many women in his life, but despite his charm, none of them lasted. In the end, he died completely alone and without children, and the Žižkov cemetery is the final resting place of him and his family. No one knows what happened to his money, no one knows if he has any relatives, and to be honest, most people probably forgot about him a long time ago.
My grandfather always teased me and told me stories about Mr. Böhm and his life in the evenings. Some were hilarious, after some one was even afraid to fall asleep. Mr. Böhm's wealth was not just that, according to some he even had to cheat death itself, but who knows how it was back then. But it is certain that he did not leave completely without forgetting. Many clues indicate that his wealth is hidden and the path to its acquisition begins precisely at the Böhm family cemetery.
First police case
Yeah, I'm Bob, the old bastard who's taken a fancy to many a scumbag. I remember the time when I was sniffing the heels of thieves in Žižkov, Prague. The place was rotten to the core - thefts, muggings, murders in broad daylight. There were places where the soul of an ordinary living person wouldn't smell, but I liked the job and I absolutely adored this city. Back then, there was already a well-known rogue who liked to drive any package out of his beloved city. That year I hooked up as a lieutenant in the police precinct. Yeah, those were the days. I know, my memory doesn't really serve me as well as it used to, I forget and many cases merge into one big colorful blur. But I still have a vivid image of that one in my head...
It was one of the first days of spring, but summer was still a long way off, the girls were already running outside in short dresses and light sweaters, and it was a great sight for us policemen. That evening, our full-day shift was ending, I just had new recruits on duty, and I was looking forward to how we would spend a penny in the local pub. But this thought was driven out of my head by the ringing of the phone. I picked him up - a report from headquarters, a rather ugly murder in the park. What to pay, booze and women have to wait a few hours. Back then, I was driving the Greens here for their first big case, so what, in the meantime I could enjoy a few glasses of something sharper in peace.