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Date Posted: 23:34:46 08/08/03 Fri
Author: Wanda
Author Host/IP: 216.51.254.249
Subject: Second Generation - Part #23

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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