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should have seen
your face.”
“Harry, shut the fuck up about it
okay.”
He laughed because she was embarrassed
he saw her that way.
Harry drove to Toronto in his Hemi Cuda
and Karma with Sandy in her Chrysler sedan. They were on their way
to a bar on Lakeshore Avenue where motorcycle types hung out. It
was also a place where drug deals went down.
There was no chance of nabbing Bobby
Mercer on the way into the bar due to the fact they wouldn’t know
when he was to arrive. Traffic might detain him or he could make a
detour along the way. Basically the bar was frequented by wary
gangsters who would spot anything unusual and a two unknown
occupied cars in the parking lot would appear
suspicious.
Nabbing him inside would be akin to
suicide. Bobby would be in his domain surrounded by business
associates, his back watched by his right hand man,
Danny.
That left his exit, the point in time
at which he would be about to get into his car, and was at his
farthest point away from the club. That was the plan in any case.
Karma would run interference and deal with Danny. Harry was not
opposed to danger but kidnapping was new to him: Having to take a
live captive with him during flight. In the past he left his prey
in a horizontal position and escaped on his own. One man could lose
himself in almost any environment.
They passed the bar twice and on the
third run noticed Mercer’s vehicle. According to Karma there were
times when Bobby would be in the place less than a half hour so
they’d have to set up immediately.
Harry parked in the lot. Bobby would be
tied and tossed into the back seat then secured so he couldn’t
move. The reason for using his car was simple: Once on the road no
one would catch him. His Hemi was the old kind: The 426 cubic inch
version with tree stump pulling power and 7,000 RPM.
Sandy parked in the lot next door, her
sedan idling, ready to run interference. Karma stood near the
sidewalk leaned against a tree acting as though she was engaged in
a conversation on her cell phone, less than fifty feet away from
Harry.
Harry did the same as Karma acting as
though he was making a call on his cell phone as he sat in his car
in the parking lot. After fifteen minutes he had to make a move or
risk being obvious to the ingoing bikers. He entered the club, head
bent low, then approached the bar and ordered a beer. Bobby or
Danny would recognize him if they saw him in a brightly lit section
of the bar.
Bobby finally left with Danny a few
feet behind. Harry’s heart sank when he saw that a couple of big
bikers left with the pair. They followed Bobby to his car where he
opened the trunk and gave them a satchel. One biker opened it,
leafed through it, and after a minute nodded his head. Danny was
already in the driver’s seat then Bobby climbed into the
passenger’s side. The two bikers stood watching then waved
goodbye.
Zero chances to nab Bobby.
Harry was on his way to his Cuda when
his cell rang. It was Karma.
“Get in and catch them. The first
traffic light you come to will be red. Grab him then. I’ll handle
Danny.”
“How do you know the light will be
red?”
“Harry, the light will be
red.”
Harry walked as he spoke and was
already in his car when she hung up. He roared out of the lot then
passed a few cars until he was on Danny’s bumper. They came to a
red light where Harry’s Cuda kissed the bumper of Danny’s sedan.
Harry got out as did Danny. Harry moved in on the passenger side,
opened the door, and punched an unsuspecting Bobby in the side of
the head. He dragged Bobby out of the car and cuffed
him.
Danny drew a weapon and moved to
intercept. He suddenly bent low and dropped the gun as though it
was red hot. Harry suspected Karma was screwing with Danny’s mind.
Harry slammed Bobby into the door frame then into the back seat of
his car. He tied him securely with rope which was fixed to the rear
seat belts. Then he tied Bobby’s feet and secured them to the floor
with another
your face.”
“Harry, shut the fuck up about it
okay.”
He laughed because she was embarrassed
he saw her that way.
Harry drove to Toronto in his Hemi Cuda
and Karma with Sandy in her Chrysler sedan. They were on their way
to a bar on Lakeshore Avenue where motorcycle types hung out. It
was also a place where drug deals went down.
There was no chance of nabbing Bobby
Mercer on the way into the bar due to the fact they wouldn’t know
when he was to arrive. Traffic might detain him or he could make a
detour along the way. Basically the bar was frequented by wary
gangsters who would spot anything unusual and a two unknown
occupied cars in the parking lot would appear
suspicious.
Nabbing him inside would be akin to
suicide. Bobby would be in his domain surrounded by business
associates, his back watched by his right hand man,
Danny.
That left his exit, the point in time
at which he would be about to get into his car, and was at his
farthest point away from the club. That was the plan in any case.
Karma would run interference and deal with Danny. Harry was not
opposed to danger but kidnapping was new to him: Having to take a
live captive with him during flight. In the past he left his prey
in a horizontal position and escaped on his own. One man could lose
himself in almost any environment.
They passed the bar twice and on the
third run noticed Mercer’s vehicle. According to Karma there were
times when Bobby would be in the place less than a half hour so
they’d have to set up immediately.
Harry parked in the lot. Bobby would be
tied and tossed into the back seat then secured so he couldn’t
move. The reason for using his car was simple: Once on the road no
one would catch him. His Hemi was the old kind: The 426 cubic inch
version with tree stump pulling power and 7,000 RPM.
Sandy parked in the lot next door, her
sedan idling, ready to run interference. Karma stood near the
sidewalk leaned against a tree acting as though she was engaged in
a conversation on her cell phone, less than fifty feet away from
Harry.
Harry did the same as Karma acting as
though he was making a call on his cell phone as he sat in his car
in the parking lot. After fifteen minutes he had to make a move or
risk being obvious to the ingoing bikers. He entered the club, head
bent low, then approached the bar and ordered a beer. Bobby or
Danny would recognize him if they saw him in a brightly lit section
of the bar.
Bobby finally left with Danny a few
feet behind. Harry’s heart sank when he saw that a couple of big
bikers left with the pair. They followed Bobby to his car where he
opened the trunk and gave them a satchel. One biker opened it,
leafed through it, and after a minute nodded his head. Danny was
already in the driver’s seat then Bobby climbed into the
passenger’s side. The two bikers stood watching then waved
goodbye.
Zero chances to nab Bobby.
Harry was on his way to his Cuda when
his cell rang. It was Karma.
“Get in and catch them. The first
traffic light you come to will be red. Grab him then. I’ll handle
Danny.”
“How do you know the light will be
red?”
“Harry, the light will be
red.”
Harry walked as he spoke and was
already in his car when she hung up. He roared out of the lot then
passed a few cars until he was on Danny’s bumper. They came to a
red light where Harry’s Cuda kissed the bumper of Danny’s sedan.
Harry got out as did Danny. Harry moved in on the passenger side,
opened the door, and punched an unsuspecting Bobby in the side of
the head. He dragged Bobby out of the car and cuffed
him.
Danny drew a weapon and moved to
intercept. He suddenly bent low and dropped the gun as though it
was red hot. Harry suspected Karma was screwing with Danny’s mind.
Harry slammed Bobby into the door frame then into the back seat of
his car. He tied him securely with rope which was fixed to the rear
seat belts. Then he tied Bobby’s feet and secured them to the floor
with another
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