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report," Kowalski, the shorter of the two said. "You were very thorough."
"Is there a problem?" Bolan asked.
"No problem," Kowalski said. "We just have some questions to help us tie up a few loose ends. Why were you looking for Eddie Anderson when he was kidnapped?"
"I'd had a conversation with him prior to attending a meeting earlier in the morning."
"A conversation about what?" Smith asked.
"About his late brother," Bolan said. "The young man seemed upset."
"Why did you care that he was upset?" Kowalski asked. "You have no chance of sponsoring a major team like the Ducati factory squad. What does Anderson mean to you?"
"He is a great racer, and I'm a fan. And he seemed to be in a great deal of pain over the loss of his brother. As I said, he seemed upset. I didn't have another meeting until the evening and Mr. Anderson had no practice sessions until today, so I thought I'd pay him a visit."
"Lucky for him that you did," Smith commented, prompting Kowalski to glare at his taller partner.
"Our files say that you work for CCP Petroleum," Kowalski said.
"Correct," Bolan replied. "Is that a crime?"
"No," Kowalski replied, "but killing four men might be."
"I don't understand," Bolan said. "Those men clearly meant to kidnap or kill Eddie Anderson, and they tried to kill me. That doesn't justify the use of lethal force?"
"It certainly does," Smith said. "I don't think anyone here is implying that you have committed a crime of any kind. As my partner said, we're just trying to tie up a few loose ends."
"So you said. Gentlemen, I've given all the information I have to the authorities. I've had a very difficult day and I still have work to do. I'll be glad to answer any questions, but please, let's not go around and around. Please get to your point."
"We have no point, Mr. Cooper," Kowalski said. "We just need to tie up a few loose ends."
6
After wasting nearly two hours with the FBI agents, Bolan made his way to the track where he found Eddie Anderson in the middle of Friday morning practice. This was the young American's home race, and he'd already won countless races on this track when he was racing Superbikes in the U.S. His lap times reflected his familiarity with the track and before the first session was over, not only had he set the fastest times, he'd unofficially broken the track record. Tomorrow he would almost certainly break the official record for a qualifying lap and he would likely set a race lap record during Sunday's main event. If he lived that long.
While the youngster circled the track, Bolan watched for Osborne, the blacksuit who was supposed to be watching Anderson. Either the man was very good or he was absent because the soldier found no sign of him. He hoped Osborne was that good but he doubted it. If the man had been present, Bolan would have found some trace of him. It was not a good sign.
When Anderson finished his session, Bolan met him as he walked back to his motor home. "Hey," the young man said by way of greeting.
"Hey," the Executioner responded in kind.
The young rider looked the soldier up and down. "I still can't figure out what your story is," he said. "You sure ain't no fuel salesman."
"You want to see my credentials, perhaps speak with my director?"
"Whatever," Anderson said. "At least you ain't no pervert, near as I can tell, anyway."
"I do my best," Bolan responded.
"So what is your story? What I saw you do yesterday, I've never seen anyone do something like that before."
"I've had a little martial arts training," Bolan said.
Anderson seemed to buy that. "I take it that yesterday wasn't the first time you killed a man with your bare hands."
Bolan didn't respond.
"I'm just glad you're here Mr. Cooper."
"Please, it's Matt. Haven't you hired someone for protection? It might be wise, given what happened yesterday."
"Some cop from the San Francisco Police Department showed up yesterday evening, said he was supposed to keep an eye on me."
"Where is he?" Bolan
"Is there a problem?" Bolan asked.
"No problem," Kowalski said. "We just have some questions to help us tie up a few loose ends. Why were you looking for Eddie Anderson when he was kidnapped?"
"I'd had a conversation with him prior to attending a meeting earlier in the morning."
"A conversation about what?" Smith asked.
"About his late brother," Bolan said. "The young man seemed upset."
"Why did you care that he was upset?" Kowalski asked. "You have no chance of sponsoring a major team like the Ducati factory squad. What does Anderson mean to you?"
"He is a great racer, and I'm a fan. And he seemed to be in a great deal of pain over the loss of his brother. As I said, he seemed upset. I didn't have another meeting until the evening and Mr. Anderson had no practice sessions until today, so I thought I'd pay him a visit."
"Lucky for him that you did," Smith commented, prompting Kowalski to glare at his taller partner.
"Our files say that you work for CCP Petroleum," Kowalski said.
"Correct," Bolan replied. "Is that a crime?"
"No," Kowalski replied, "but killing four men might be."
"I don't understand," Bolan said. "Those men clearly meant to kidnap or kill Eddie Anderson, and they tried to kill me. That doesn't justify the use of lethal force?"
"It certainly does," Smith said. "I don't think anyone here is implying that you have committed a crime of any kind. As my partner said, we're just trying to tie up a few loose ends."
"So you said. Gentlemen, I've given all the information I have to the authorities. I've had a very difficult day and I still have work to do. I'll be glad to answer any questions, but please, let's not go around and around. Please get to your point."
"We have no point, Mr. Cooper," Kowalski said. "We just need to tie up a few loose ends."
6
After wasting nearly two hours with the FBI agents, Bolan made his way to the track where he found Eddie Anderson in the middle of Friday morning practice. This was the young American's home race, and he'd already won countless races on this track when he was racing Superbikes in the U.S. His lap times reflected his familiarity with the track and before the first session was over, not only had he set the fastest times, he'd unofficially broken the track record. Tomorrow he would almost certainly break the official record for a qualifying lap and he would likely set a race lap record during Sunday's main event. If he lived that long.
While the youngster circled the track, Bolan watched for Osborne, the blacksuit who was supposed to be watching Anderson. Either the man was very good or he was absent because the soldier found no sign of him. He hoped Osborne was that good but he doubted it. If the man had been present, Bolan would have found some trace of him. It was not a good sign.
When Anderson finished his session, Bolan met him as he walked back to his motor home. "Hey," the young man said by way of greeting.
"Hey," the Executioner responded in kind.
The young rider looked the soldier up and down. "I still can't figure out what your story is," he said. "You sure ain't no fuel salesman."
"You want to see my credentials, perhaps speak with my director?"
"Whatever," Anderson said. "At least you ain't no pervert, near as I can tell, anyway."
"I do my best," Bolan responded.
"So what is your story? What I saw you do yesterday, I've never seen anyone do something like that before."
"I've had a little martial arts training," Bolan said.
Anderson seemed to buy that. "I take it that yesterday wasn't the first time you killed a man with your bare hands."
Bolan didn't respond.
"I'm just glad you're here Mr. Cooper."
"Please, it's Matt. Haven't you hired someone for protection? It might be wise, given what happened yesterday."
"Some cop from the San Francisco Police Department showed up yesterday evening, said he was supposed to keep an eye on me."
"Where is he?" Bolan
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