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to his defiant outburst. The reply
had been calm and collected, and he knew deep in his soul he really
meant every word of his threat. He wondered what had changed in his
emotional and mental makeup to enable him to even verbalize such a
reply. And, more than just the uttering of such a threat on the
life of another person, acceptance of the knowledge the threat was
not idle posturing, but a promise he could fulfill in a heartbeat
and without regret. He hadn’t previously thought of himself as a
particularly violent individual; yet in the span of two and one
half years he had killed two people and would create a plan to kill
many, many more. The actual life taking would depend on the actions
of others, but he alone would have total responsibility for the
bloodshed. The only uneasiness he had in the entire matter was the
knowledge he could live with it and feel no remorse. His inner
being, maybe the thing people call a conscience or a soul was
telling him what he was about to do was terribly wrong, but somehow
he could over ride the feeling and continue planning the details to
make it happen.
Anna entered the office to tell him she had
taken the liberty of ordering new clothing for him since it
appeared he would be staying with them for several weeks. She had
checked his clothing for sizes while he slept the previous evening
and everything, including shoes, underwear, and jackets were in his
room.
That evening Clay escorted Anna to the
funeral home to attend the visitation for Tito Valenti. Anna’s
father and mother had insisted on attending also, since they knew
Tito and his family from the old days. Most of Tony’s crew attended
in defiance of the unknown attackers. Fearing a gang war on their
property the funeral home had asked for and received police
surveillance during the visitation. Arrangements were made for Anna
and her parents to be escorted to the graveyard to attend the
funeral service the following morning. He and Joey would be too
busy to accompany them.
Chapter 7
O n Friday morning
Clay and the people he had requested were on the street waiting for
the Russian collectors to appear. He had enlisted the help of two
Russian speaking hookers, who Joey said could be trusted, and four
of the youngest and better disciplined men in Tony’s group. They
were scattered along the street and had strict orders not to engage
the Russians; just observe them and listen for any information. A
camera with a long range lens was set up in an apartment across the
street from the store where Joey had extracted the information from
the owner. Three cars manned with drivers were waiting to follow
the collectors when they left Haverity Street.
At 1:30 p.m. a three year old dark blue
Lincoln Continental backed into a parking space down the street.
Three men got out and briskly walked to the hardware store. All
strode confidently while talking in a guttural foreign language.
They went into the store and the old woman paid them. They stood
and listened while she explained to them her husband was gone to
return some hardware items damaged in shipment because he needed
the replacements right away. The collectors reminded her they would
return the following Friday at the same time, and both of them had
better stay in line. The collectors stopped at several other stores
on the street to pick up money, then walked back to the Lincoln and
left.
When the Russian collectors headed for their
car, Clay cut through a walkway between two buildings and got in
one of the cars to follow them. Clay’s drivers had mobile radios
with a two mile range in the city, and began switching cars often
enough not to be noticed. The Russians made several more collection
stops in another neighborhood, and drove to an area dominated by
old factories and warehouses. The Lincoln entered through a double
gate in an old rusty fence and went back to a brick warehouse
building. Another late model sedan was parked outside the warehouse
and a large
had been calm and collected, and he knew deep in his soul he really
meant every word of his threat. He wondered what had changed in his
emotional and mental makeup to enable him to even verbalize such a
reply. And, more than just the uttering of such a threat on the
life of another person, acceptance of the knowledge the threat was
not idle posturing, but a promise he could fulfill in a heartbeat
and without regret. He hadn’t previously thought of himself as a
particularly violent individual; yet in the span of two and one
half years he had killed two people and would create a plan to kill
many, many more. The actual life taking would depend on the actions
of others, but he alone would have total responsibility for the
bloodshed. The only uneasiness he had in the entire matter was the
knowledge he could live with it and feel no remorse. His inner
being, maybe the thing people call a conscience or a soul was
telling him what he was about to do was terribly wrong, but somehow
he could over ride the feeling and continue planning the details to
make it happen.
Anna entered the office to tell him she had
taken the liberty of ordering new clothing for him since it
appeared he would be staying with them for several weeks. She had
checked his clothing for sizes while he slept the previous evening
and everything, including shoes, underwear, and jackets were in his
room.
That evening Clay escorted Anna to the
funeral home to attend the visitation for Tito Valenti. Anna’s
father and mother had insisted on attending also, since they knew
Tito and his family from the old days. Most of Tony’s crew attended
in defiance of the unknown attackers. Fearing a gang war on their
property the funeral home had asked for and received police
surveillance during the visitation. Arrangements were made for Anna
and her parents to be escorted to the graveyard to attend the
funeral service the following morning. He and Joey would be too
busy to accompany them.
Chapter 7
O n Friday morning
Clay and the people he had requested were on the street waiting for
the Russian collectors to appear. He had enlisted the help of two
Russian speaking hookers, who Joey said could be trusted, and four
of the youngest and better disciplined men in Tony’s group. They
were scattered along the street and had strict orders not to engage
the Russians; just observe them and listen for any information. A
camera with a long range lens was set up in an apartment across the
street from the store where Joey had extracted the information from
the owner. Three cars manned with drivers were waiting to follow
the collectors when they left Haverity Street.
At 1:30 p.m. a three year old dark blue
Lincoln Continental backed into a parking space down the street.
Three men got out and briskly walked to the hardware store. All
strode confidently while talking in a guttural foreign language.
They went into the store and the old woman paid them. They stood
and listened while she explained to them her husband was gone to
return some hardware items damaged in shipment because he needed
the replacements right away. The collectors reminded her they would
return the following Friday at the same time, and both of them had
better stay in line. The collectors stopped at several other stores
on the street to pick up money, then walked back to the Lincoln and
left.
When the Russian collectors headed for their
car, Clay cut through a walkway between two buildings and got in
one of the cars to follow them. Clay’s drivers had mobile radios
with a two mile range in the city, and began switching cars often
enough not to be noticed. The Russians made several more collection
stops in another neighborhood, and drove to an area dominated by
old factories and warehouses. The Lincoln entered through a double
gate in an old rusty fence and went back to a brick warehouse
building. Another late model sedan was parked outside the warehouse
and a large
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