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Date Posted: 14:03:41 08/19/03 Tue
PART #21
Alfonso eased his car in behind Peter’s car that was parked in the street. Alfonso was glad that Peter had never met him. That should make his task easier. He was going to pretend he was a car salesman when he went to Peter’s door. He would tell him that Hollingsworth had suggested he come; and take him to see the new car that Hollingsworth wanted him to have. Hollingsworth wanted to make sure he was going to like the car he had selected for him. That would get him outside, and into Alfonso’s car. At that point, Alfonso would take him down to the ship yards to one of Hollingsworth’s small ships. He had already arranged for men to be there to help him with Peter’s demise. He would be fitted with cement shoes, dropped off the side of the ship into the gulf, and that would take care of Peter Dunkirk.
Alfonso knocked on Peter’s door. Peter was startled at someone knocking on his door. In fact, he was quite reluctant to open the door to that person. He yelled through the door, “Who is it?” Alfonso answered, “Hello Peter, I’m Samuel Nehaus; and I am a salesman with Bordeaux Car Sales. I have been sent by Mr. Hollingsworth Deverall. He wanted me to show you the car he had picked out for you to see if you were going to approve of it. He said he wanted you to be satisfied.”
Peter thought for a few moments, and decided there was something about this that bothered him. Why hadn’t Hollingsworth called to let him know about the car? Nothing had been said about him getting a car for Peter. Why would he get a car for Peter? No, this did not sound right.
Peter said, “I’m sorry, but I am not feeling well at this time. Perhaps you could come back later when I am feeling better.” Alfonso said, “Ah, come on Peter, please take a look at the car now, or I will have to come back later. I really hate to make a second trip for you look at the car. Couldn’t you step out to do it now? I would appreciate it so much if you would take care of this matter so I wouldn’t have to come back.”
Peter started wheezing and coughing, and one would have thought he was about ready to choke to death. He finally managed to croak, “I’m sorry I just cannot do it now.” He continued to wheeze and cough, and he did sound absolutely terrible. Finally, Alfonso realized Peter was not going to let him inside. He figured the man was bluffing all the way, but he could not convince him to open the door without breaking it down, and causing a scene. That meant he was going to have to go back out to the car, and wait for this jerk to leave in his car. He would follow him, and run him down. He would make it look like poor Peter had a car accident. He had just about had enough of this man. He reminded him of a mosquito that was so annoying, but difficult to get run down. You hear all the buzzing; and you just want to swat it, and make it go away. Those were the feelings and thoughts Alfonso had as he walked back to his car.
Peter went to the window to check out the person who had been at his door. He carefully pulled back the curtains, and saw the man get into his car. He also noticed he did not pull away, but simply sat there. Something was not right about this whole scene. Peter paced the room like a caged animal, for he realized there was something going on here. The man who walked out to his car did not look like any car salesman to Peter. He was pretty sure he had seen a gun strapped on the man when he got into his car. The man’s jacket had opened up as he stepped into the car; and Peter caught a glimpse of the gun belt. He figured someone had sent a hit man after him. Who would have sent a hit man? It had to be Hollingsworth Deverall.
Peter paced the floor some more. Surely this couldn’t be a police officer. He would have identified himself as a policeman. He had been making his parole meetings with his parole officer, so no problem there. He had done nothing to draw attention to himself from the police. The police had nothing on him at this point. He had to be right about this man being a hit man. The one thing Peter knew was he had to get out of there the back way. If Hollingsworth had a hit out on him, he was going to have to leave the area for now. He knew how to get lost; he had done it before. This time would be more difficult for he didn’t have a lot of money, but he would manage or he knew he would be killed.
He gathered up some clothes, and put on several layers of the clothes to appear larger. He also pulled out his wig, and donned some horn rimmed glasses. He picked up what money he did have, some toilet articles, and went out the back way into the alley. Peter walked slowly through the alley and than down the street into the next block. In twenty minutes, Peter walked into a lower level basement flat, and said, “I need to disappear for a while, can you help me?”
PART #22
Lenore had told Hollingsworth she needed to pick up some groceries. He was reading his morning paper, and not paying much attention to what she was saying. She said, “I will take the car, and I should be back around ten o’clock. He muttered something; and Lenore left the kitchen to go back upstairs, and pick up her purse. Hollingsworth did not know that she had been putting aside money for sometime. She kept it hidden from him; and since he rarely came into her bedroom, it was not difficult to keep it concealed. She had managed to save $1,000.00 which she hoped would help her to leave Lake Charles. She folded the money neatly, put it in her purse, and walked down the hall and stairs to the front door.
She closed the door silently, and walked to the car. As she drove away, she wondered if Hollingsworth even noticed she was gone. Driving to the heart of Lake Charles, she pulled down a street, and stopped in front of a brick building. She got out of the car, and walked into a lower level basement flat. She asked for Lentina Du Pree, and was told to take a seat, and she would be with her shortly.
While Lenore was waiting, she heard a man come in; and say, “I need to disappear for awhile, can you help me?” There was something vaguely familiar about that strange looking man. She could see he was quite nervous as he stood there; and he kept looking over his shoulder, as if expecting someone to come through the door after him. He turned around; and suddenly she realized where she had seen that man. He had been in their home, and this was Peter Dunkirk. He was the man that Hollingsworth wanted killed. She had overheard Hollingsworth and the man called De Nato talking about eliminating this man for not getting the job done on Boudreau.
She was glad that Peter Dunkirk had never seen her before. That gave her an advantage. She had given a false name to the people, so there should be no problem when her name was called. She wondered if Peter had found out that Hollingsworth was trying to have him killed. He wanted to get away, and it was obvious he was frightened of something or someone.
The lady asked Peter if it were an emergency, and he said, “Indeed it is an emergency.” She looked over at Lenore, who waved and said, “Please take care of him first; I can wait.”
Peter was taken into an office, and the door was closed. Soon another representative called for Lenore, and Lenore was taken into another office. She told them she was in a terrible home situation, and needed to be able to get away without leaving a trace. Could they possibly help her? They assured her they could do that. She told them this might also involve an adult daughter, and she would have to get back to them with the date she wanted to leave the area. They asked her for a week’s notice, if at all possible. That would give them time to get everything lined up. Lenore told them she would do her best to see that was done. They asked her if it were necessary for her to leave the country, or just leave the area. She told them she thought it would be best to leave the country. They told her she would need a passport, and offered to start proceedings for her. She asked if it were possible to use a fictitious name, for she did not want her own personal name where it could be viewed. They assured her that could be done.
After she finished there, she went to pick up some groceries, and drove back home. Lucia was now up, and wanted to know if she would like to ride along with her to the hospital to see Boudreau before he was dismissed. Lenore told her she would be happy to go with her.
When the two women reached the hospital, they saw there was a police officer standing outside Boudreau’s room. He was talking to Boudreau’s father, Bowregard La Faye. Lucia was in a panic, and wondered if something had happened to Boudreau? She quickly walked toward Bow and the police officer; and asked, “Has something else happened to Boudreau?” Bow could see the concern on her face, and he said, “Lucia, don’t worry, Boudreau is all right.” Lenore had caught up to Lucia; and she heard Bow say, “Lucia, the man who passed himself off as a doctor was not really a doctor. Boudreau’s doctor did not call in anyone on consultation. We are afraid that man was the man who stabbed Boudreau, and had every intention of doing him bodily harm.”
Lucia was terribly upset. She said, “Who could possibly want to do bodily harm to Boudreau?” Bow looked at the woman with Lucia; and asked, “Are you by any chance Lucia’s mother?” “Yes, I am Lucia’s mother,” responded the attractive older woman. Bowregard held out his hand; and said, “I am Boudreau’s father.” “You have a fine son, Mr. La Faye,” said Lenore. “I do believe our daughter is quite taken with him.” Bow looked at her, and wondered how a woman of her breeding could have become involved with a man like Hollingsworth Deverall. He said, “We think you have a most beautiful daughter, Mrs. Deverall, and we have seen she does care for our son.”
Lucia looked at her mother; and said, “Mama, I would really like to go in to see Boudreau. Is it all right with you to wait here for a few minutes?” Lenore said, “Of course, go see your young man. I will be fine, and I would like to talk to Mr. La Faye.” Bow seemed surprised that she would want to talk with him, but he was curious. She looked at him and the police officer when Lucia left. She said, “I need to talk with you concerning your son, Boudreau. I have information that is pertinent to the stabbing case, and you need to hear it because your son is still in danger.”
To be continued...
PART #23
The police officer’s ears perked up when he heard Lenore say that Boudreau was still in danger. He said, “We should probably find a place to talk with Mrs. Deverall where we will not be seen or heard.” Bow said, “I will tell Boudreau we are taking Mrs. Deverall for some coffee to give them time to be together.” Bow stuck his head into Boudreau’s hospital room; and said, “Boudreau, Lucia’s mother and I have decided we will go get some coffee, and give you two some time alone together. We will be back shortly.” Both Lucia and Boudreau seemed happy to have some time alone. They bid him good-bye; and said, “Take your time.” He smiled, gave them a wave, and thought, “I have pleased those two young people very much.” Little by little Bow was beginning to see what Boudreau saw in Lucia. There was more there then a beautiful, spoiled rich girl.
Bow, the police officer, and Lenore slipped out the back side of the hospital so they wouldn’t be seen together in the parking lot. Lenore had insisted upon that since it was possible Hollingsworth had men watching the parking lot of the hospital. If they saw her come out with Bow and a police officer, she would be in grave danger. The three walked outside the hospital, found a bench, and sat down to talk. She told them she had become aware of her husband being involved in illegal activities. She had overheard him talking to a man by the name of Peter Dunkirk about the elimination of someone, but she didn’t know who it was until after the stabbing. That information was made known when Peter Dunkirk had not successfully killed Boudreau, and Hollingsworth had sent a hit man after Peter Dunkirk. The hit man was told to eliminate Peter Dunkirk, and finish the job that Peter had bungled.
Bow was shocked when he heard that Peter Dunkirk was back in Lake Charles. He just shook his head. He said, “I thought we were through with that man years ago, and now he is back. How could we be so lucky?” Lenore said, “Mr. La Faye, I am not so sure Peter Dunkirk is going to be around Lake Charles.” “Why do you say that?” asked Bow. “He happened to turn up at this place where the people will help you disappear without a trace. I am trying to work something out to leave Hollingsworth, but it will be quite dangerous to do so. When I went to talk to them, a strange looking man entered seeking assistance. I knew I had seen this man talking to Hollingsworth. It was Peter Dunkirk, and he was looking for a way out of Lake Charles. He must have figured that Hollingsworth had a hit out on him.”
Bow looked at Lenore; and asked, “How much of this information does Lucia know?” Lenore said, “She knows absolutely nothing. This is going to be such a shock to her. Hollingsworth has managed to keep his activities hidden from her all these years. She thinks there is no one in the world like her father.” Bow asked, “What has your husband got against Boudreau?” She said, “He hates your son because he knows he is in love with his daughter.” Bow asked, “Is that the only reason?” Lenore said, “Yes, that is the only reason; he does not want any man to take Lucia away from him. He still sees her as his little girl.”
Bow said, “We are going to have to try to figure out what to do. Is there someway we can get in touch with you?” Lenore said, “Do not call or come to our home. In order for me to leave the house, I can probably say that I need to get some groceries, or go to the library or something like that. Tell me where and when you would like to meet; and I will try to be there.” They arranged to meet the following morning at ten o’clock at Anthony’s Bar and Grill.
Alfonso sat in his car for an hour waiting for Peter to come out of the building. He was weary of sitting there waiting on him, and not seeing any trace of the man. Finally, he decided he was going back to see if he could get Peter to come to the door. He knocked on the door, and listened. There was no sound coming from inside. He knocked once again, and still there was no sound. Alfonso decided he would try his set of skeleton keys; surely there was a key that would fit the lock. After several tries, he was able to open the door. He walked in slowly, looked around, and realized he had been duped. Peter was nowhere to be found, and Alfonso realized he had slipped out the back way.
Anger swept over Alfonso; there was nothing he hated more then to be duped by some insignificant lowlife. That little weasel had tricked him, and had gotten away. Now he would have to deal with the fury and wrath of Hollingsworth Deverall himself. If he ever got his hands on Peter Dunkirk, he would make short work of him. Had he suspected Hollingsworth had sent him? Where did he go? Alfonso checked his closets, and found the closets had been stripped of clothes. Of course he did not really know how many clothes Peter Dunkirk had in his possession, but he would guess he had been suspicious enough to skip out. If that was what happened, he would not be back. He thought for a few minutes; and than said, “Hello, why didn’t I think of this sooner?”
He made up his mind he was going to get rid of Peter’s car, and tell Hollingsworth not to worry, for Peter was no more. If the little weasel had been smart enough to realize that Hollingsworth was after him, he would be smart enough to know he should never return to Lake Charles. Alfonso suddenly felt better about his whole day. Peter Dunkirk was one less problem to cause him concern.
To be continued...
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