The unwelcome suitor dropped to his knees. Then his right hand dug inside his jacket and came out with firepower.
When the gun appeared, Bolans kick sent it skidding along the pavement. The smaller man screamed.
The Executioner slammed his hand into the mans throat softly, so as not to kill him. The guy went down with a cry of defeat and humiliation. The fight left him, and he sat on the sidewalk dazed.
Bolan crouched beside him, grabbed his left arm and smashed it across his knee, breaking the forearm like a dry twig.
The screech of pain sounded like a siren. A black Cadillac raced to the curb and skidded to a stop, and two men rushed to the fallen man. They helped him up, cradled his arm and put him into the big car, which raced away.
Beth had huddled by the front door. Now she came over, her eyes wide.
I didnt mean you should hurt him.
He pulled a gun. He might have killed us both.
Oh! I never thought of...
Do you have a car?
Yes, just down the block.
They walked that way.
Do you have any idea who that man was? Bolan asked.
Beth shook her head. Her little cap had twisted to one side and her short blond hair showed.
No. Ive seen him at the club before, but he never bothered me.
And he said he was part of the management?
Yes. I thought he was joking.
Probably not.
Her car was in the back of the lot. She stopped by the door.
I better follow you home in case those men are waiting for you nearby.
I dont think you need to. His arm looked broken to me. Theyll be at a hospital or doctors office somewhere. Her eyes were suddenly angry. You broke his arm! How could you?
Beth, that man was part of the Baltimore Mafia. You know what that means?
Beth Hanover nodded and all at once she was shivering. She reached out and Bolan put his arms around her.
Do you have somewhere else you could stay tonight? They could get your address and...
No. Ill be fine. They wouldnt dare hurt me, not now that you can identify them. Ill be just fine.
2
Mack Bolan unlocked Beth Hanovers car and handed her the keys.
Youve got it right? First you follow me. I want to be sure those goons didnt leave someone to tail us. Then when Im sure no one else is back there, Ill blink my lights and pull over and you take the lead and drive to your place. Ill come behind you.
Beth smiled and he saw the fright fading from her eyes. She could be no more than twenty-one, slender and attractive. Bolan jogged to his car, got in and drove back to the lot. She started the engine, turned on the lights and pulled into the street after him.
He made a series of turns and reversals and one U-turn; no cars seemed to be following. Ten minutes later she led him to her place and parked in a reserved spot in the apartment-complex lot.
She met him on the street where he was stopped.
She bit her nails and looked at him. Then she remembered and pulled her hand away. I know it sounds a little strange, but when you said they might get my address out of the records... She shook her head and turned away.
Beth, he really scared you, didnt he? I dont blame you. If it would be all right Id like to sit outside your door for a while. I dont think hell try anything, but with scum like him, you just cant tell.
Oh, no! You dont have to stay outside! she said, suddenly aware he knew exactly what she was thinking. Its just that... She sighed and touched his shoulder. If youre going to come and be my bodyguard for a while, at least I should know your name.
Im Mack Scott, he said, giving her an alias that he had used before.
Hi, Mack, she said, smiling brightly and extending her hand. They shook. Now, that were officially friends, I can make you a cup of coffee.
Bolan smiled, locked his rental and they went up to her apartment. It was a small studio apartment on the second floor one big room with a kitchenette, a bathroom and a let-down bed. The place was neat and clean. I go to school during the day and work nights to get my bills paid. I came here from Iowa to go to school. Dont ask me why I chose the University of Baltimore. Maybe so I could get out of Iowa. Id lived there all my life. Am I talking too much? I do when I get nervous.
When the coffee was ready she found some grocery-store doughnuts that were two days old but still good. She said she was an only child and she was taking a course in television journalism, hoping to get into newscasting. She hoped the doughnut was okay. After ten minutes she ran out of small talk, excused herself and went to the bathroom. When she returned he saw that she had been crying.
She sat across the small coffee table from him, her eyes bright.
So what kind of work are you in?
Insurance. I have clients all around the country.
The phone rang.
She looked at him, fear radiating from her eyes.
He held up his hand, let it ring five times, then picked it up.
Yeah, what the hell you want?
The only sound from the wire was a gentle click.
Wrong number, Bolan said, and hung up. He watched her. You feeling better?
She nodded.
Isnt there someone you can call and go visit for a couple of days?
Ive only been in town three weeks. I dont know anyone here that well.
How about a motel? For you alone? Look, Im the one who caused part of the problem. Let me pay for two nights at a hotel for you. Id feel better.
She shook her head. No, I promised myself I wasnt going to run away from anything else. A guy wanted to marry me in Iowa. He was a fine catch, my parents said. I liked him, but everything was so dull! So I ran away from him and my folks. But now Im through with running.
Bolan checked his watch. It was slightly after 3:00 a.m. The goons should have been here by now if they were coming. He stood up. Keep your door locked and bolted. If anyone knocks, dial the police emergency number. Promise?
She nodded.
I better go. Let me have your phone number so I can call you tomorrow and make sure youre all right. He memorized the number on the phone.
At the door she crooked her finger at him, hugged him, then kissed him softly on the cheek.
Thank you very much, Mack. I dont know what Id have done without you tonight. Please call tomorrow about noon. I come home for lunch. She smiled, tired but still animated. Maybe... maybe the next time you come calling, Ill be better company.
Bolan smiled. Lock the door. He stepped into the hall and waited until he heard the bolt slide in place. He went downstairs and moved his car so he could watch her second-floor apartment and the closest steps leading up to it. He did not need any sleep for a few more hours.
By four-thirty there had been no problems. The lights in her room had gone out five minutes after he left, and nothing else stirred in the complex. He fired up his cars engine and crept away from the curb and down the street. He had to remember to call her at noon the next day.
Bolan slept until ten a.m., then quickly showered and dressed. He snapped on the tv set to catch the news.
...and said he would have no comment. Here at home, police have identified the victim of an early-morning murder that on-the-scene people describe as a torture killing. Elizabeth Hanover, a student at the University of Baltimore, was found dead in her apartment this morning by a friend. The coroner said she had been gang-raped and tortured. There are no suspects in the crime and no apparent motive. One resident reported a car leaving the front of the apartment about four-thirty this morning.
Bolan turned off the set and stared out the window. Either they had come quietly while he was in the car, or they had arrived after he left. He slammed his hand against the wall and swore.