until the next morning. After placing his bags in the trunk of the car, he drove around for a few hours, then stopped and called the hotel, having them ring the mark's room, even though he figured the man was out.
When there was no answer, he was sure things were beginning to fall into the pattern. The trick should be out with the tall blonde, and if he followed his usual procedure, he would stay out with her until at least two o'clock in the morning.
Daddy Cool drove back to the hotel and parked in the rear. He went around to the front, then walked slowly down the hall and opened the locked rear door. Taking the catch off the lock, he checked the alley where he was parked. He wanted to make sure no one saw him leave. His next move was to leave the key to his room at the desk.
Since he had just about completely checked out of the hotel, it would seem as if he was gone. He checked his watch, noticing that he still had about half an hour. He drank a cup of coffee and spoke to two elderly women who sat around and watched the television until it went off at night.
"Well, ladies," he said, getting up from the soft chair he had used, "I'll say good-bye. My bus leaves for Las Vegas at three o'clock, so I'd better be gettin' on my way. Wish me luck. If I win big down there, I'll bring both of you a gift when I come back."
The two elderly white women smiled at him, then one of them stated, "Be sure to watch your wallet. Pickpockets are outrageous in Vegas. My friend told me that you couldn't leave any valuables in your motel room there because the maids go through your luggage while you're out."
"Don't worry, I don't have too much to worry about anyway," he stated as he started to leave.
One more glance at the large clock on the wall of the lobby told him that he didn't have too much time. If his trick continued to follow the pattern he had set, he would be showing up within the next fifteen minutes.
Daddy Cool tried to walk casually out of the hotel, shaking a couple of old gentlemen's hands as he went. He waved at the clerk, then went out the door. He hurried around to the rear of the building and let himself in. Taking the back stairway he walked slowly up, hoping that none of the other guests would venture that way.
Most of the time the people used the elevator or the front steps. Most of them were too frightened to take the rear stairway. Since a few of the rooms had been broken into before, the back entrance was always kept locked and there was a definite tendency to avoid using the rear stairway by most of the occupants of the hotel.
Reaching the third floor, Daddy Cool opened the door and glanced down the hallway. It was deserted. He closed the door and lit a cigarette. Time seemed to stand still for him. He took out his knife and felt the keen blade. His nerves were playing tricks on his concentration.
Twice he thought he heard the elevator opening, but each time he glanced out there was nobody around. He placed the knife he planned on using in his belt, then removed another one from the harness he wore strapped to his back. As with the other, he ran his finger down the edge of the blade, testing the sharpness of it.
Suddenly he heard the sound of the old elevator slowly coming upward. He began to feel the excitement building up inside of him. The back part of his leg began to tremble as he waited impatiently.
The sound of the elevator stopping at the floor alerted his senses. He shoved open the door slightly and glanced out. The first thing he saw was the tall blonde getting out of the elevator. Goddamn it, he cursed under his breath, this was something he hadn't counted on.
My motherfuckin' stinkin'-ass luck! he cursed inwardly.
Of all the times for him to bring the cunt back to his pad, this took the cake! Even as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Daddy Cool stepped out of his place of concealment. He was committed now. Whatever happened, it would have to go off.
The tall, lean Negro who followed
When there was no answer, he was sure things were beginning to fall into the pattern. The trick should be out with the tall blonde, and if he followed his usual procedure, he would stay out with her until at least two o'clock in the morning.
Daddy Cool drove back to the hotel and parked in the rear. He went around to the front, then walked slowly down the hall and opened the locked rear door. Taking the catch off the lock, he checked the alley where he was parked. He wanted to make sure no one saw him leave. His next move was to leave the key to his room at the desk.
Since he had just about completely checked out of the hotel, it would seem as if he was gone. He checked his watch, noticing that he still had about half an hour. He drank a cup of coffee and spoke to two elderly women who sat around and watched the television until it went off at night.
"Well, ladies," he said, getting up from the soft chair he had used, "I'll say good-bye. My bus leaves for Las Vegas at three o'clock, so I'd better be gettin' on my way. Wish me luck. If I win big down there, I'll bring both of you a gift when I come back."
The two elderly white women smiled at him, then one of them stated, "Be sure to watch your wallet. Pickpockets are outrageous in Vegas. My friend told me that you couldn't leave any valuables in your motel room there because the maids go through your luggage while you're out."
"Don't worry, I don't have too much to worry about anyway," he stated as he started to leave.
One more glance at the large clock on the wall of the lobby told him that he didn't have too much time. If his trick continued to follow the pattern he had set, he would be showing up within the next fifteen minutes.
Daddy Cool tried to walk casually out of the hotel, shaking a couple of old gentlemen's hands as he went. He waved at the clerk, then went out the door. He hurried around to the rear of the building and let himself in. Taking the back stairway he walked slowly up, hoping that none of the other guests would venture that way.
Most of the time the people used the elevator or the front steps. Most of them were too frightened to take the rear stairway. Since a few of the rooms had been broken into before, the back entrance was always kept locked and there was a definite tendency to avoid using the rear stairway by most of the occupants of the hotel.
Reaching the third floor, Daddy Cool opened the door and glanced down the hallway. It was deserted. He closed the door and lit a cigarette. Time seemed to stand still for him. He took out his knife and felt the keen blade. His nerves were playing tricks on his concentration.
Twice he thought he heard the elevator opening, but each time he glanced out there was nobody around. He placed the knife he planned on using in his belt, then removed another one from the harness he wore strapped to his back. As with the other, he ran his finger down the edge of the blade, testing the sharpness of it.
Suddenly he heard the sound of the old elevator slowly coming upward. He began to feel the excitement building up inside of him. The back part of his leg began to tremble as he waited impatiently.
The sound of the elevator stopping at the floor alerted his senses. He shoved open the door slightly and glanced out. The first thing he saw was the tall blonde getting out of the elevator. Goddamn it, he cursed under his breath, this was something he hadn't counted on.
My motherfuckin' stinkin'-ass luck! he cursed inwardly.
Of all the times for him to bring the cunt back to his pad, this took the cake! Even as these thoughts flashed through his mind, Daddy Cool stepped out of his place of concealment. He was committed now. Whatever happened, it would have to go off.
The tall, lean Negro who followed
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