Terrorist Attack Under Capitol Hill: Murder And Mayhem In D.C. (Todd Boling Series Book 1) by Lamb R. A

Author:Lamb, R. A. [Lamb, R. A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-02-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

“See that bike, Kat. I’ve seen it before. Jamad picked me up on it at the tidal basin and took me to that small boat which brought me to the houseboat where you were held.”

“I wonder who’s riding it now, Todd?”

“My thinking exactly. We’re going to find out.”

About a block away I pulled into a parking garage. From there we had a view of the front of the Black Dragon building and more importantly the motorcycle in the parking area.

Another stakeout. Somehow this time it was more exciting. This is our stakeout. Kat and I didn’t talk much, we just watched. After five o’clock the parking area began to empty. At five thirty three a man in a leather jacket carrying a helmet came out. He slipped it on and walked toward the cycle. I raised my camera, zoomed in and snapped a couple of shots as the man swung his leg over the seat and pushed back. I could easily make out the flame pattern on the helmet, the turned up collar on his jacket and the ponytail half way down his back.

Kat and I hopped back in the car and got to the street as Ponytail paused at the stop sign at the corner.

“Not too close,” whispered Kat.

“I know but I don’t want to lose him.”

The bike headed northeast on Old Lee Highway, exited at Merrifield and went north on Cedar Lane. We went under Interstate 66. Traffic was picking up. The motorcycle crossed Cottage Street just as the light turned and Kat and I had to stop.

“Damn it.” I gripped the steering wheel. “We’ll lose him.”

It was no use the cross traffic kept us where we were until the light changed. We drove ahead but there was no sign of Ponytail or the cycle.

“We’ve lost him, Todd, may as well head back.”

“You know, Kat, we might park here tomorrow. If this is his normal route we could pick him up again.”

“That’s a good idea. We could get here earlier and get familiar with the neighborhood.”

I turned the car and headed toward the motel.

On the way we stopped by a Walmart and printed the pictures. I wanted to get a close up of the motorcycle. I printed a 5 by 7 of Kat holding hands with Lester Chanley.

“For your scrapbook,” I grinned.

She hit me in the arm.

Back in our rooms we laid the prints on the bed and studied them one by one. The close up of the guy with the ponytail and his friend came out good.

“Hank will be pissed but I think we need to run these by him.”

Kat nodded. “He sure will and probably will want to put us in protective custody again.”

“I don’t like that idea but there is a way around it.”

The next day before noon we headed back toward the spot where we lost the cycle. On the way we made a brief stop at Madison Park on North Washington Street in Falls Church. The bench by the soccer field seemed like a great place to make a drop.

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