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Date Posted: 18:24:14 08/11/03 Mon
Author: Wanda
Author Host/IP: 216.51.254.249
Subject: Second Generation - Part #32

PART #32
Peter walked into the Police Chief’s office ready to give testimony regarding the stabbing of Boudreau La Faye. What a shock it was to him to find Bow, Catherine, and Boudreau La Faye in the office with the Police Chief. Reality hit him in the pit of his stomach. He thought, “This can’t be happening. What are they doing here? Why would they be here at this particular time?”

The Police Chief invited Peter to sit down. He said, “I understand you have some pertinent information concerning the stabbing of Boudreau La Faye.” Peter thought, “Why doesn’t the Police Chief introduce me to these people?” He knew he hadn’t seen Bow and Catherine for many years, but this had to be the two of them. Bow always wore those shiny black boots everywhere he went. Catherine looked older, but he knew it had to be the woman who managed to steal the plantation out from under him by marrying Joshua Sallier. The old anger seethed within him once more.

He turned to the Police Chief and said, “I know who stabbed Boudreau La Faye.” The Police Chief asked, “Well, that is some pertinent information; who is the person who did this terrible thing?” Peter coughed a bit, wiped his face and brow with a handkerchief; and said, “The man who stabbed Boudreau La Faye is Alfonso De Nato.” The Police Chief asked, “And how would you happen to have this information?” Peter coughed again; and said, “I overheard him bragging about the stabbing one night at a bar. He had been drinking heavily, and I seriously doubt he realized what he was admitting.”
The Police Chief asked, “What did he have to say about the stabbing?” Peter answered, “He said that Hollingsworth Deverall had hired him as a hit man, and was pretty frustrated because he hadn’t accomplished the task the first time around.” The Police Chief said, “Did you tell me your name, I don’t seem to remember you giving me your name.” Peter managed to cough terribly once again to buy himself some thinking time. Finally, he managed to croak, “My name is Chester Van Auken.”

Bow raised his eyebrows when he heard the fictitious name given by Peter Dunkirk. Catherine looked at Bow, and rolled her eyes. “Did he honestly think they would not recognize him?” she wondered. “What could he possibly have up his sleeve by coming in, and giving information about the hit man who had been hired by Hollingsworth? What was it that Lenore had said? She said, “Hollingsworth had put out a hit on Peter because he had not managed to kill Boudreau when he stabbed him.” Catherine figured Peter was trying to cover all the bases by getting Hollingsworth and Alfonso De Nato arrested. If his plan worked, then he would walk away a free man. She chuckled inwardly, “Not a bad idea but the mechanics of carrying out the idea were fully Peter Dunkirk. Even she could come up with a better solution than this.”

The Police Chief listened patiently; then he said to Peter, “Sir, would you mind saying something for me?” Peter looked stunned at the question he was asked. He coughed again as if he were dying, and finally managed to ask, “What is that you said?” The Police Chief said, “I would like for you to say, “That should take care of you Sonny.” Peter looked at the Police Chief; and asked, “Why would I want to say that?” The Police Chief said, “You will say it because I, the Police Chief, asked you to say it.” Peter began to cough again, and it sounded as if he were about to vomit. He barely managed to croak out the words, and the words sounded like crunching gravel in his throat.

Catherine listened to his acting display; and thought, “Well, there’s that infamous cough. It does look like he could come up with a new routine.” She had to admit though he had it down to a fine art. If you didn’t know Peter Dunkirk, you would swear he was on his death bed.

Bow couldn’t help himself; he was watching Catherine. He knew her well enough to know she would like some time alone with Peter Dunkirk. She might be getting up in age, but she had a fire about her. He could almost imagine the things going through her mind. She could still be a little fireball, and this man had dared to hurt her Boudreau. He smiled to himself thinking, “I don’t think I would want to be Peter Dunkirk, and be alone with that little lady. I might come out on the short end of the plank.”

The Police Chief asked, “Sir, would you be willing to testify against these men in a court of law? Peter asked, “Would that be absolutely necessary?” The Police Chief said, “Yes, it would be necessary to put these men away.” Peter said, “I can testify if you protect me from them.” The Police Chief said, “You know it is going to be absolutely mandatory you use your real name, and hold nothing back.

By this time Peter was squirming in his chair. Bow motioned to the Chief indicating he would like to talk to Peter. The chief nodded his head as if to say, “Go ahead.” Bow said, “You know you look familiar to me.” Peter said, “I have a face which happens to be pretty common. I hear that quite often.” Bow said, “Well, it has been a long time, but you remind me of a crooked lawyer named Peter Dunkirk who had a bad cough. The last time I saw that snake was in Jennings somewhere around thirty-five years ago. He was in the jail at Jennings with the man he had hired to murder Joshua Sallier.”

Peter was getting pretty warm. In fact he was finding it more difficult to breathe. He said, “I don’t believe I have ever met that man.” Bow laughed, “I had a feeling you would say something like that.”

The Police Chief said, “Since you have pertinent information regarding the stabbing of Boudreau La Faye, and you are willing to testify if we will protect you, I know what we are going to do. We are going to offer you accommodations and protection at the same time. We will place you in a cell here away from those who might do you harm, Mr. Van… I’m sorry I can’t seem to remember your last name.” Peter croaked, “My name is Van Auken.” “Oh yes, Mr. Van Auken.”

Peter said, “That is not quite what I had in mind.” The Police Chief said, “No, Mr. Dunkirk, I am sure that is not what you had in mind.” He stood up, motioned for a police officer to come to his office, and said, “Rousso, take this man; and place him in a cell. He will be booked on attempted murder charges. His name is Peter Dunkirk.”

To be continued...

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