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Florida

It was late by the time Bolan arrived in Riba Bay. He pulled in at the first motel he saw, took a room and slept through to morning. A long shower helped to clear his head. After a shave he dressed in fresh clothing, hung the shoulder rig under his jacket and walked to the diner across the road. He sat down and realized how hungry he was. The previous day had been too busy to allow him to eat. He ordered a solid breakfast and coffee.

While he waited he called Hal Brognola. The big Fed didn’t sound too happy and grouched his way through the preliminaries.

“That set-to on the highway is going to take some time to settle. I didn’t expect a small war to break out when I asked you to look for Maggie.”

“Same goes for me.” Bolan paused as the waitress brought his coffee. “Has Bear picked up anything else from her intel?”

“A couple of Cubans. Chico Delgado. Turns out he’s a wheeler-dealer. And there’s a government minister. Santos Perez.”

“Mixed up with Colombians?”

“Struck me as curious.”

“Anything on the crew who pulled the roadblock?”

“Bear pulled the rap sheets of the perps from the Florida State Trooper’s database. Fingerprints identified three of them. They were all hard cases with records going back years. All had done time. One of them was linked with Raul Manolo a couple of years back.”

“It’s starting to look like Manolo doesn’t want me treading on his toes.”

“Striker, watch out for Manolo. His sheet reads like he’s a career psycho. He’s literally got away with murder on a number of occasions. It’s like he’s untouchable.”

“Candidate for a visit, then,” the Executioner said.

“Maggie made some mention of weapons trading. She hadn’t pinned it down when her notes ran out.”

“Colombian drug dealers. Cubans. Now guns. This is getting heavy.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I’m going to pass you over to Bear. He wants to download some images to your cell.”