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Date Posted: 14:01:31 08/19/03 Tue
PART #18
Jean Baptiste called at the Le Bleu plantation five minutes before the appointed time for his date with Katerina. Catherine went to the door, and invited him into their home. He smiled, and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and told her he had come to call on Katerina. She laughingly responded, “I seem to have heard that from someone today.” “We are going to a Greta Garbo movie in Lake Charles,” remarked Jean Baptiste. Catherine smiled for she knew Katerina loved Greta Garbo. She wondered if Jean Baptiste would care all that much for the movie, but felt he was taking Katerina because she would love it.
Soon Katerina appeared. She was dressed in a two piece dress made of soft cotton that reminded Jean Baptiste of spring flowers. She looked lovely, and he told her so. She blushed with the compliment, but smiled; and thanked him. Catherine was smiling inwardly for she felt each cared for the other more then they wished the other to know. This was going beautifully as far as she, with her matchmaking heart, was concerned.
Catherine looked at Katerina; and said, “I have made some pie you might enjoy when the movie is over. Jean Baptiste said, “That sounds wonderful to me.” He offered his arm to Katerina, and they walked out to his car. While driving into Lake Charles, Jean Baptiste said, “I talked to Boudreau today about asking you out on a date.” “What did he have to say about that?” asked Katerina. He told me that it was up to me to ask, and up to you to make the decision. "That sounds like something my brother would say," she said with a smile.
“You were right Katerina, Boudreau was pretty cranky,” said Jean Baptiste. “He really wanted to go home.” said Katerina, “I fully expect him to be dismissed tomorrow, so that is not too long to wait. He's just getting impatient.”
Boudreau was cranky, even more so that evening than he was during the day. He heard a tap on his door, and a man with a long white coat walked into his room. Boudreau said, “I don’t believe I have seen you before. Who are you? The man smiled; and said, “Your doctor called me in on consultation. I was asked to check your wound, and see how it is healing.” The man pulled the sheet back, and began to check the bandage on Boudreau’s chest. Boudreau felt the man was being extra rough, and was ready to say something to him about being a little more careful when he heard Lucia’s voice.
Lucia walked into the room, and stood at the foot of the bed. She said, “Hello, what is going on in here?” The man turned around, and had a startled expression on his face. Lucia looked at him and said, “Who are you?” The man recognized this was Hollingsworth’s daughter. He said, “I was called in on consultation to look at Boudreau’s wound. I can see it is healing nicely, so I will be on my way.” He pulled the sheets back up over Boudreau, turned around, and left.
After he left the room, Lucia looked at Boudreau; and said, “That was the strangest doctor I have ever seen. Actually, he looked somewhat familiar, but I can’t place where I have seen him before.” Boudreau said, “I sensed something familiar about him too, but I am not quite sure what it was. He certainly did not act too professional. I think I will talk to my doctor about him, and find out his name.”
The man who had checked Boudreau walked down the hall toward a linen closet. He looked both ways to make sure no one was watching him before he walked inside. He removed a hypodermic syringe from his coat, folded the coat neatly, and placed it on a shelf with the linens. Someone would find it, and think someone had left it there by mistake. In a state of frustration, he slowly removed his wig, and makeup. Peter Dunkirk had been foiled once again. He was glad he had not told Hollingsworth of his plan to eliminate Boudreau tonight. Peter folded the wig, placed it in the inside of his shirt, put some horn rimmed glasses on, and walked out of the linen closet down the hall to the front door.
When Peter left the hospital and walked to the parking lot, a man was seated on a bench outside the hospital. He was reading a newspaper, but keeping his eye upon Peter when he walked over to the car. Alfonso wondered what Peter had been doing in the hospital. Perhaps he had managed to kill off young La Faye. He knew one thing, “If Peter didn’t come through pretty soon on getting the job done, it would be turned over to Alfonso, and he would have two men to take care of, the one being Peter. He knew Hollingsworth did not like surprises. He wanted to be made aware of everything that was happening. He would not be pleased to know that Peter had gone to the hospital without telling him.
As he looked around the parking lot, he saw one of Hollingsworth’s cars. That must mean that Lucia was in the hospital visiting Boudreau. What if she had seen Peter? Would she have put it together? Oh, Hollingsworth was not going to like this one bit.
To be continued...
PART #19
The next morning when Boudreau’s doctor came into the room, Boudreau asked him about the doctor he had called in on consultation regarding his wound. His doctor looking surprised said, “What doctor? I never called any doctor in for consultation.” Now it was Boudreau’s turn to look surprised. He said, “There was a doctor who came in last night to look at my wound. He told me he had been called in on consultation to see how my wound was healing.” “What did this man look like?” asked the doctor. Boudreau described him, and commented, “Both Lucia and I thought he was a very strange acting man. He seemed somewhat familiar to both of us, but we could not seem to remember where we had seen him before.”
The doctor looked closely at Boudreau and said, “I don’t know who this man was, but he was not anyone I had sent in here. I wouldn’t call someone in on consultation for your wound. In fact, I am going to release you today to go home. There would have been no reason to consult another doctor. You’re doing fine. Do you think someone was playing a practical joke on you?” Boudreau answered, “No, this man was not playing any practical jokes. I was about to tell him to stop being so rough when my girl friend walked into the room. I do remember he had a startled look on his face when he saw her, and heard her speak.”
The doctor seemed to be deep in thought, and he said, “Boudreau, since you were stabbed by someone, I really think this is something you need to tell the police. Perhaps this person had more on his agenda then checking out your wound.” Boudreau seemed shocked at the doctor’s suggestion to talk to the police about the matter. “Surely, this was not something sinister,” he said. The doctor said, “Don’t be too sure, young man.”
After the doctor left, Boudreau placed a call to Bow at the shipyards and told him he was being released. He asked him if he would come, and pick him up. Bow told him he would be right over as soon as he got someone to cover for him. Boudreau said, “Dad, something really strange happened last night.” Bow asked, “What happened son?” Boudreau told him about the strange man who came to his hospital room saying he had been called in on consultation. Boudreau said, “I asked my doctor this morning about this man, and he said he had not called any doctor in on consultation. He recommended I tell the police about the man and the visit. He thought it was possible the man was somehow connected to the stabbing.”
Bow thought a lot about what Boudreau had told him about the man who paid a visit to his room. As he was driving to the hospital, he decided he would stop at the police station. He walked inside; and asked to speak to the officer in charge of Boudreau’s case. He told him what Boudreau had said about the visitor; and how the man had been startled when Lucia had come into the room, and started talking. “Boudreau told me he felt the so-called doctor beat a hasty retreat out of the room at that point,” said Bow.
The police officer listened carefully to what Bow had to say. He said, “You know I believe I had better go over to the hospital; and have a talk with your son. I should get a description of this man who came into your son’s room last night. This may actually have been the man who stabbed your son. Bow said, “Boudreau did tell me there was something familiar about the man, but he couldn’t be sure what it was.”
Bow and the police officer walked into Boudreau’s room; and found that he was dressed, and ready to go home. He seemed somewhat surprised by the appearance of the police officer. Bow told him he had stopped at the police station on the way to the hospital. The police officer said, “Boudreau, your father told me about your visiting doctor last evening. He mentioned that the man seemed somewhat familiar to you, but you couldn’t place what it was that stood out to you. Let me ask you a question, “Could this have been the man who stabbed you?” Boudreau said, “Of course it was dark that night, and it happened so fast. What he said that night was the thing I remember the most. He said, ‘Sonny that should take care of you.’ I can still hear that voice.”
The police officer said, “Did the man who came to see you have a similar voice?” Boudreau thought for a few moments, and said, “It was somewhat similar. Perhaps that is what made me think there was something familiar about him.” “Was this man an older man?” asked the officer. “It was difficult to tell; I looked at his face, and I thought to myself, “I wonder if this man wears makeup. I discounted that for you don’t see that on a doctor in a hospital. The man also looked like he had colored his hair for some of his hair was different. All his hair was not the same color. I could see around his hair line, it was a different color.”
Bow listened to all that Boudreau had said; and asked, “Would it be possible this man was trying to disguise his appearance so that Boudreau would not recognize him?” The police officer said, “I think that is entirely possible. Did you say he had a doctor’s coat on when he came in to see you last night?” Boudreau answered, “Yes, he did have a doctor’s coat on when he came into the room.” The police officer said, “He would have needed to pick one up to wear. We need to make sure there are no doctor’s coats lying around anywhere.” The police officer took off to the nurses’ station; and asked if anyone had found a doctor’s coat in a different place. One cleaning lady happened to overhear the question; and she said, “I found a doctor’s coat in the linen closet this morning when I was getting some sheets to change the beds. Someone had folded it neatly, and laid it with the linens.”
The police officer went back to Boudreau’s room. He said, “Boudreau, you are going to have to be really careful for we did find the coat the so-called doctor wore last night. This indicates to me the man is the stabber, and he is probably concerned you will be able to identify him. Boudreau said, “Something else I should tell you is that Lucia said the man seemed familiar to her as well.” Bow asked, “Did she say why the man seemed familiar?” Boudreau said, “She was impressed much the same way as I was; in that she said she knew she had run across this man somewhere, but could not remember where.”
Bow told Boudreau he had a few things he needed to do, but would be back momentarily. He motioned for the police officer to come outside Boudreau’s room so he could talk with him. The police officer asked, “Bow, did you think of something else I should know?” Bow said, “I am concerned this man works for Lucia’s father, Hollingsworth Deverall. If that is true, then Hollingsworth may be the one who is behind Boudreau’s stabbing.”
PART #20
Alfonso De Nato left the hospital, and drove to Hollingsworth Deverall’s home. He rang the bell; and a butler came to the door. Alfonso said he needed to see Hollingsworth. He was shown to the parlor while the butler went to fetch Mr. Deverall. Alfonso paced the floor of the parlor wondering how Hollingsworth was going to take the news. It didn’t take him long to find out what Hollingsworth thought. Hollingsworth appeared; and invited Alfonso into his study, and closed the door.
Alfonso told him he had been following Peter; and he had gone to the hospital where Boudreau was staying. He also told him that he saw one of Hollingsworth’s cars in the parking lot indicating to him that Lucia was there visiting Boudreau. He watched Hollingsworth as he digested what he had been told. He could see he was becoming angry; and finally in a fit of agitation, he said, “Alfonso, I think you know what to do with our friend, Peter Dunkirk. I cannot afford to have him doing things that will draw attention to us and our operation here in Lake Charles. I don’t care how you do this, but I don’t want his body found around here. I want him to disappear.” Alfonso had already known that Hollingsworth would want Peter out of the way. He smiled; and said, “You can count on me Boss. I will see to it that Peter is seen no more.” He turned to leave; and Hollingsworth said, “No traces Alfonso, no traces.” Alfonso waved at Hollingsworth; and said, “No problem, I will take care of the matter.”
Hollingsworth had been so involved with pressing business matters, he had not kept a close eye on Lenore. When Lenore discovered that Hollingsworth was involved in illegal activity, she began to take an interest in the people who were constantly coming to the house. Of course she made a point of not being seen for that would upset Hollingsworth, and bring problems down upon her own head.
Lenore managed to study the people who came to visit Hollingsworth. She sat at her window in the upstairs bedroom, and could see them perfectly. She also listened to the conversations between Hollingsworth and his guests, since there happened to be a register in the floor of her sitting room that was located right above Hollingsworth’s study. He had no idea the information she had heard, and even recorded. There had been a major change in Lenore; she was no longer drinking. She decided it was time to clear the drunken cobwebs from her brain, and get control of her life. She always kept a bourbon bottle close at hand, and a half filled glass. The bourbon bottle contained apple juice. She would continue to encourage Hollingsworth to think she was a lush; but she was going to take control of her life. She had every intention of leaving this man even if it killed her. She knew she had to be smart; and when she left, she would leave with proof of his illegal activities.
Lenore thought of ways to get Lucia out of the house, but finally decided she would have to wait until she had all her ducks in a row. At that point she would ask Lucia to take her to see her doctor since Lenore did not drive a car. On the way, Lenore would tell her what she knew. By that time, Lenore would have everything set up to leave Hollingsworth. She had to be so careful, so she would not attract attention. One little slip up; and she would be eliminated like this man called Peter Dunkirk.
Lenore had to do something about Boudreau. She knew there was something going on that concerned that young man. She wasn’t positive why Hollingsworth wanted to have him killed, but she figured it was all part of his power grip mentality which extended to everyone and everything. He refused to accept the fact that his daughter was a grown woman; and she would want to get married. It was obvious that Lucia was in love with Boudreau. Perhaps that is what infuriated Hollingsworth so much. He couldn’t bear to think she would leave him. Lenore bit her lip as she thought of his fixation with Lucia. It was warped and sick. She was not some prized animal to own and control. She was his flesh and blood, his child. She was well past bouncing on her father’s knee. She had grown up, and didn’t need her father as she did at one time.
Lenore wondered how she would be able to tell Lucia about her father. He had managed to keep his dark side hidden so well from her. Lucia doted on her father; and thought there was no one like him. Again, Lenore knew she had to have proof for Lucia probably would not believe her without it. She wondered what she was going to do about Boudreau. She knew it was only a matter of time before Hollingsworth got what he wanted. He always got what he wanted. Well, this time she hoped it would be different.
To be continued...
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