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was up. He had heard about the other hits and was running scared. Which raised a problem for Jerry, because by the time Roman's people put him back on payroll, Jack Perry would be tumbling around the sagebrush. As far as Jerry knew, Perry was the last of Black Flag. Which meant that Jack Perry had information that only Jack Perry could providewhy the contracts on the scientists, why after twenty years the sudden scramble to bury an experiment? Every instinct in Jerry told him that information was eminently and lucratively salable. |
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At about four o'clock Wednesday afternoon, Jack Perry left his trailer and got into the van. Instead of heading into town or one of the nearby malls, he drove to the highway taking the northbound lane. All too accustomed to the trail, Jerry fell a few cars back. They headed up Route 3 for a half-hour, then onto 128 for fifteen minutes, off the highway and onto back roads cutting through several small backwater towns. They were going back to Carleton, probably to mooch around another playground. Maybe the guy was some kind of pervert who finally worked up the nerve to flash a whole field when the teachers were gone. |
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But instead of heading to the Butler Elementary, Jack Perry cut to the other side of town to a baseball field. |
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None of it made sense. For a man on the run from his own execution, what the hell was he doing hanging around the playground of an elementary school and going to Little League games. |
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And who was that kid in the red number 11 T-shirt he was watching? |
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