would be able to see him clearly, but for the people coming in and going up to the desk, he would only be an outline.
For the next two days Daddy Cool continued to keep his close watch on the lobby. On the morning of the third day he broke luck. The man he had been waiting for walked through the entrance of the hotel carrying an overnight bag.
It dawned on Daddy Cool at once that his prey was just returning to the hotel from some trip. For the past days the man hadn't been living at the hotel. The key to the man's room was behind the desk on a peg, which Daddy Cool had noticed before. Now the desk clerk took the key down and pushed it under the bulletproof glass that separated the clerk from his customers.
From out of the corner of his eye, Daddy Cool watched the man take the key and head for the elevator. The man looked around the lobby nervously before the elevator arrived and he stepped inside the cubicle. From his movements Daddy Cool knew that the man was nervous. That much, at least, was obvious to anybody.
As the door closed behind the man and the elevator started up, Daddy Cool began to put his plan together. It had been impossible for him to make any complete plans earlier because he hadn't been sure that the man was still staying at the hotel. Now that he was sure, he could get the job over and done with. And the sooner the better.
He quickly dismissed the idea of just knocking on the man's door and making the hit on him when he opened it. Anything could go wrong with the hit if he tried it that way. The man might come to the door with a pistol in his hand or somebody could step out of an apartment just when he got ready to knock the sucker off.
No, it would have to be done in a different way. But how? The question leaped through his mind. How? How? How? Ruthlessly he dismissed one idea after another until he thought his head would burst.
The last thing he wanted to do was expose himself to danger. It would have to be done smoothly. There could be no mistake.
On the third day of his constant watch, Daddy Cool decided that something would have to be done to bring things to a head. He was tired of sitting in the lobby with the old people who made up most of the customers in the hotel. Walking over to the coffee machine, Daddy Cool bought his fourth cup of coffee, then walked back to his seat and sat down.
If only, Daddy Cool reflected, the bastard would leave his room at night. He had waited and hoped that he could catch his prey out in the streets somewhere, but the man never went out at night. Daddy Cool glanced at his watch. It was almost one o'clock in the morning. The midnight clerk had come on duty.
Daddy Cool had just about made up his mind to turn in for the night when suddenly the man he stalked came hurrying out of the elevator. The man glanced right and left as he walked swiftly across the lobby. Daddy Cool waited until the doors had closed behind the hurrying figure, then he got up and began following him.
Daddy Cool was just in time to see his man get into a cab. He glanced up and down the nearly deserted street, cursing under his breath as his keen eyes saw the empty street. He cursed harshly as he realized that it was his own fault. He hadn't bothered to rent a car since he had believed he would end up making the hit inside the hotel.
Suddenly Daddy Cool saw bright headlights swing onto the boulevard from one of the smaller side streets. Quickly he stepped out into the street from the curb. He raised his hands in the air and began to wave wildly, all the time trying to keep the car in front of him in his eyesight.
The cab driver started to stop. But it seemed as though, as soon as the driver saw that it was a black man trying to wave him down, he pressed down on the gas pedal and the cab leaped forward.
"You cocksucker," Daddy Cool yelled after the disappearing cab.
He turned on his heels and retraced his steps back toward the entrance of the hotel. More angry at himself than he was with
For the next two days Daddy Cool continued to keep his close watch on the lobby. On the morning of the third day he broke luck. The man he had been waiting for walked through the entrance of the hotel carrying an overnight bag.
It dawned on Daddy Cool at once that his prey was just returning to the hotel from some trip. For the past days the man hadn't been living at the hotel. The key to the man's room was behind the desk on a peg, which Daddy Cool had noticed before. Now the desk clerk took the key down and pushed it under the bulletproof glass that separated the clerk from his customers.
From out of the corner of his eye, Daddy Cool watched the man take the key and head for the elevator. The man looked around the lobby nervously before the elevator arrived and he stepped inside the cubicle. From his movements Daddy Cool knew that the man was nervous. That much, at least, was obvious to anybody.
As the door closed behind the man and the elevator started up, Daddy Cool began to put his plan together. It had been impossible for him to make any complete plans earlier because he hadn't been sure that the man was still staying at the hotel. Now that he was sure, he could get the job over and done with. And the sooner the better.
He quickly dismissed the idea of just knocking on the man's door and making the hit on him when he opened it. Anything could go wrong with the hit if he tried it that way. The man might come to the door with a pistol in his hand or somebody could step out of an apartment just when he got ready to knock the sucker off.
No, it would have to be done in a different way. But how? The question leaped through his mind. How? How? How? Ruthlessly he dismissed one idea after another until he thought his head would burst.
The last thing he wanted to do was expose himself to danger. It would have to be done smoothly. There could be no mistake.
On the third day of his constant watch, Daddy Cool decided that something would have to be done to bring things to a head. He was tired of sitting in the lobby with the old people who made up most of the customers in the hotel. Walking over to the coffee machine, Daddy Cool bought his fourth cup of coffee, then walked back to his seat and sat down.
If only, Daddy Cool reflected, the bastard would leave his room at night. He had waited and hoped that he could catch his prey out in the streets somewhere, but the man never went out at night. Daddy Cool glanced at his watch. It was almost one o'clock in the morning. The midnight clerk had come on duty.
Daddy Cool had just about made up his mind to turn in for the night when suddenly the man he stalked came hurrying out of the elevator. The man glanced right and left as he walked swiftly across the lobby. Daddy Cool waited until the doors had closed behind the hurrying figure, then he got up and began following him.
Daddy Cool was just in time to see his man get into a cab. He glanced up and down the nearly deserted street, cursing under his breath as his keen eyes saw the empty street. He cursed harshly as he realized that it was his own fault. He hadn't bothered to rent a car since he had believed he would end up making the hit inside the hotel.
Suddenly Daddy Cool saw bright headlights swing onto the boulevard from one of the smaller side streets. Quickly he stepped out into the street from the curb. He raised his hands in the air and began to wave wildly, all the time trying to keep the car in front of him in his eyesight.
The cab driver started to stop. But it seemed as though, as soon as the driver saw that it was a black man trying to wave him down, he pressed down on the gas pedal and the cab leaped forward.
"You cocksucker," Daddy Cool yelled after the disappearing cab.
He turned on his heels and retraced his steps back toward the entrance of the hotel. More angry at himself than he was with
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