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Authors: Loy Ray Clemons
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doorway.
The intruder’s gun had a suppressor on it, and it made three, quick, soft whooshing sounds as it punched into the pillows under the blanket on the bed.
Thorne pushed open the closet doors, and pointing the revolver up in the direction of the door, squeezed off two quick shots. He missed his target as the intruder wheeled and disappeared through the bedroom door, slamming it behind him.
As Thorne jumped up and opened the door, another shot went into the doorframe above his head. He ducked behind a kitchen counter and waited. The door to the carport opened, a small slender figure ran swiftly through it, and out toward the front of the property.
Thorne had made the mistake of being barefoot and couldn’t follow through the rocks and cactus. He half-knelt and steadied his elbow on his knee. He was able to get off two quick shots before the figure rushed through the front gate and jumped in the driver’s side of the small car. The car sped off in a boiling cloud of dust and was out of sight in a matter of seconds.
Back inside, Thorne’s adrenaline was pumping and his nerves twitched like electric wires as he walked back and forth through the darkened house. He didn’t go back to sleep and spent the rest of the night huddled in a dark corner, clutching the pistol and rolling over in his mind the meaning of the attack. He scolded himself for not making preparations and having shoes on when he ran outside.
Was this a return visit from the foul-breathed young man who assaulted him at the Biltmore. No, the figure was too small. It was probable the man Eddie had told him about at Georgie’s Bar?
Whoever the intruder was, he definitely did not want Thorne to go to Stratford. It appeared the attacks and attempts on his life were by two people charged with seeing he didn’t. He was becoming annoyed by the attention they were paying him. Annoyed enough to where he resolved he was not going to be deterred from a very lucrative fee.
Chapter 14
The assault and attempts on his life had shaken Thorne. He canceled his lease and moved out of the house the following day. After paying the balance on his lease, he rented a motel room in West Phoenix. He called the Salvation Army and asked them to pick up the furniture and other household goods at the Sunnyslope house, and paid a year’s advance on his Scottsdale postal box. For the remaining five days, he kept a low profile and avoided his previous haunts. He moved his flight to London up two days and notified the May Fair Hotel in London of his early arrival.
Victor Roberts picked up the phone from the night table and dialed. “I didn’t get him at his house, he was waiting for me. We have a real smart cookie on our hands here. He’s moved out and I have no idea where he’s gone.”
The voice on the other end cursed. “We don’t want to get him anywhere in public. It looks like we’ll have to wait until he gets to England. What about Kelly, how is he working out?”
“Kelly’s doing his job. He couldn’t discourage Thorne enough to miss the meeting in Paradise Valley. I’ve missed him twice, but don’t worry, we’ll get him in Stratford. “
“I’m disappointed with you. I’ll expect you to do the job right when you return to Stratford, understand? Why don’t you and Kelly catch a flight back to London and we’ll see what we can do.”
Thorne and Freddie met for lunch at the Bob’s Hogan Restaurant the day before Thorne left for London. He continued to find Freddie an interesting, intelligent young man, and the smile on Freddie’s pleasant young face appeared to be genuine. He peppered Thorne with questions about America and Thorne’s experiences as they drove around Scottsdale, and out into the desert.
The intruder’s gun had a suppressor on it, and it made three, quick, soft whooshing sounds as it punched into the pillows under the blanket on the bed.
Thorne pushed open the closet doors, and pointing the revolver up in the direction of the door, squeezed off two quick shots. He missed his target as the intruder wheeled and disappeared through the bedroom door, slamming it behind him.
As Thorne jumped up and opened the door, another shot went into the doorframe above his head. He ducked behind a kitchen counter and waited. The door to the carport opened, a small slender figure ran swiftly through it, and out toward the front of the property.
Thorne had made the mistake of being barefoot and couldn’t follow through the rocks and cactus. He half-knelt and steadied his elbow on his knee. He was able to get off two quick shots before the figure rushed through the front gate and jumped in the driver’s side of the small car. The car sped off in a boiling cloud of dust and was out of sight in a matter of seconds.
Back inside, Thorne’s adrenaline was pumping and his nerves twitched like electric wires as he walked back and forth through the darkened house. He didn’t go back to sleep and spent the rest of the night huddled in a dark corner, clutching the pistol and rolling over in his mind the meaning of the attack. He scolded himself for not making preparations and having shoes on when he ran outside.
Was this a return visit from the foul-breathed young man who assaulted him at the Biltmore. No, the figure was too small. It was probable the man Eddie had told him about at Georgie’s Bar?
Whoever the intruder was, he definitely did not want Thorne to go to Stratford. It appeared the attacks and attempts on his life were by two people charged with seeing he didn’t. He was becoming annoyed by the attention they were paying him. Annoyed enough to where he resolved he was not going to be deterred from a very lucrative fee.
Chapter 14
The assault and attempts on his life had shaken Thorne. He canceled his lease and moved out of the house the following day. After paying the balance on his lease, he rented a motel room in West Phoenix. He called the Salvation Army and asked them to pick up the furniture and other household goods at the Sunnyslope house, and paid a year’s advance on his Scottsdale postal box. For the remaining five days, he kept a low profile and avoided his previous haunts. He moved his flight to London up two days and notified the May Fair Hotel in London of his early arrival.
Victor Roberts picked up the phone from the night table and dialed. “I didn’t get him at his house, he was waiting for me. We have a real smart cookie on our hands here. He’s moved out and I have no idea where he’s gone.”
The voice on the other end cursed. “We don’t want to get him anywhere in public. It looks like we’ll have to wait until he gets to England. What about Kelly, how is he working out?”
“Kelly’s doing his job. He couldn’t discourage Thorne enough to miss the meeting in Paradise Valley. I’ve missed him twice, but don’t worry, we’ll get him in Stratford. “
“I’m disappointed with you. I’ll expect you to do the job right when you return to Stratford, understand? Why don’t you and Kelly catch a flight back to London and we’ll see what we can do.”
Thorne and Freddie met for lunch at the Bob’s Hogan Restaurant the day before Thorne left for London. He continued to find Freddie an interesting, intelligent young man, and the smile on Freddie’s pleasant young face appeared to be genuine. He peppered Thorne with questions about America and Thorne’s experiences as they drove around Scottsdale, and out into the desert.
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