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Date Posted: 03:05:25 08/06/03 Wed
Author: Wanda
Author Host/IP: 216.51.254.249
Subject: Second Generation - Part #21

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?”

To be continued...

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