Damage Radius by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Worldwide Library
Published: 2011-11-08T05:00:00+00:00

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The meeting took place at the Dixie Diner, two blocks south of the Hotel Lafitte on a small side street. Bolan didn’t think anyone had followed him to the hotel, or was watching it, but there was still no point in taking the chance of being spotted with a man who was supposed to be dead. At least not when he didn’t have to.

“Give me a five minute head start,” he told Kunkle as he stood by the door to the hallway. “You say the guy’s name is Foreman?”

“Ernie Foreman.” Kunkle nodded. He glanced at his watch. “He should be there by now, and he’ll probably be in uniform. If not, just take a seat somewhere and I’ll find him when I get there.”

Bolan nodded, twisted the doorknob and left the room.

The sidewalk was crowded as Bolan left the hotel through the front entrance, but his eyes skirted every face he walked past, looking for any sign of interest on the part of the other pedestrians. Twice, at the corners, he stopped as if he was trying to decide which way to go, and used the ploy as an excuse to look behind him.

It was impossible to be sure. But he didn’t think anyone was tailing him either on foot or in any of the automobiles that passed in the street.

The diner’s neon sign had just lit up when Bolan crossed the street and hurried toward it. A moment later, the streetlights up and down the block flickered on, then off, then on again as dusk turned into nighttime. Bolan stared at the words painted on the glass front of the café, noting that their specialty was something called the Big Easy Cheeseburger. But like most every other restaurant in the city, they also had po’boy sandwiches and fresh oysters on the half shell.

Bolan spotted the uniform in one of the back booths the second he stepped inside. A sign next to the cash register asked him to Please Wait to Be Seated. He had barely halted when an attractive waitress wearing a short white skirt and matching blouse hurried up to him and said, “Just one?”

“I’m meeting a couple of friends,” Bolan replied. “And I think I see one of them in the back, there.”

The young woman looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. A wide and sexy smile curled the corners of her lips as she made no pretence of looking Bolan up and down. “Well,” she almost purred in a low but strong Cajun accent, “if you ever need any other friends, my name’s Yvonne.”

Bolan smiled back at her. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said as he started toward the back of the café.

Kunkle had described Ernie Foreman as a somewhat overweight, slovenly officer who was assigned to silent alarm alert duty for the NOPD. What that entailed was essentially answering the phone when an alarm in someone’s house or place of business went off and the owners or proprietors didn’t enter the code to turn it off within the allotted “grace period.

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