Hard Target Page #2

just like it.

- Thanks, Charlie.

- You bet.

Don't be offended.

He passed them out for money.

Uh, yeah, l've had to

do it myself.

Here. Barracks Street.

Both sides this time, Grandpa.

Next ! Get !

Here. Decatur. Lower half.

Well, if it ain't

my good friend Boudreaux.

l thought you was gonna

catch a ship.

Maybe l'll stick around

to run for mayor.

We're looking for someone

who worked for you.

The man's name

is Douglas Binder.

- l never heard of him.

- l think he know you.

- Did he work for you, sir ?

- Maybe he did, maybe he didn't.

l'm not too good with names.

l have a photograph.

What Mr. Poe trying to say,

he's not too good with faces.

Right ?

Hello, Randal.

l didn't know you had company.

We were just leaving.

- You know, we should go back up there.

- Not now. Not together.

Poe knows something

about my father, obviously.

lf you don't want to go back

up there, l'll go myself.

lf you want to find your daddy,

you're gonna have to work smarter,

not harder.

Yeah.

- Natasha Binder ?

- What's the problem ?

l'm afraid l have

some bad news.

They found

your father's body.

l'm sorry.

- They made a positive l.D.

- How did it happen ?

There was a fire last night in

an abandoned building in the Ninth Ward.

The fire department discovered

your father's body in one of the rooms.

l need to see him.

Your daddy was burned

pretty badly.

The identification had to

be made from dental charts...

in your father's

service record.

What's your

involvement here ?

l was helping her

find her daddy.

Wakey, wakey, you fat f*** !

Oh, God !

Mr. Fouchon,

what are you doing here ?

- Aah ! Oww !

- Don't talk, Randal. Listen.

Oh, don't worry

about Randal.

- Aah !

- He's all ears.

When Mr. Van Cleaf came upon

your visitors yesterday,

you neglected to tell him

that they were inquiring...

- about one of our volunteers.

- That was nothin', Mr. Fouchon.

Oh, it was something,

Randal.

This man we hunted last night.

Why don't you tell us his real name ?

- You f***.

- Binder. Binder. Douglas Binder.

That's not the one

we selected, is it ?

l-l couldn't get the guy

you asked for.

Look, y-you said you wanted

a combat veteran, so l sent you Binder.

- He has more medals.

- He had a family.

Now they're asking questions.

Please. Please.

l said l was sorry. l sai--

- Aah ! l said l was sorry.

- Careless is what you are, Randal.

Careless and stupid...

and now you're sorry, too.

He said he--

He said he was alone.

- l didn't know he had

any relatives. Honest.

- You made a mistake ?

- ls that what you're saying ?

- Yeah. Yeah.

Uh-huh. And l see you're anxious

to make up for it, aren't you ?

Yeah. Yeah, right.

Yes. Yes, sir.

We've got another client

and he's about to select a new playmate.

Next time send us

the one we ask for.

l will, Mr. Fouchon,

l swear. l--

l think

we understand each other.

- Yes ? No ?

- Yes. Yeah.

Randal.

l come back here,

l cut me a steak.

You did your best.

No, l--

l came too late.

l mean, Jesus, he was living

out of a shopping cart.

Goddamn it.

Why didn't he just...

tell me ?

Why didn't he ask

for my help ?

l've been there myself

on the street.

lt's hard.

lt's hard to...

put your hand out.

l just kept thinking

if l could...

just tell him

that l loved him.

And because

he loved you so much,

he didn't want to

pull you into it.

- Our friend, Mr. Boudreaux.

- Mm-hmm.

Silver Star.

Marine Force Recon.

He joined

the Merchant Service after he got out.

His captain

was smuggling opium.

When Boudreaux found out,

he threw the man overboard.

He's been looking

for work ever since.

He's obviously not someone

we should underestimate.

He was raised

in the bayous by his uncle.

l think Mr. Boudreaux...

would make

a very interesting quarry.

Maybe l should, uh,

pay him a visit.

No, no, no, no, no.

Send a couple of lads down there

to have a chat with him.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Bingo.

Some friendly advice, Boudreaux:

Get the f*** outta Dodge !

Do it today ! And tell

that b*tch girlfriend of yours...

to point her titties north

and step on the gas !

lt's always

nice to see you.

You seem to have a real talent,

Mr. Boudreaux,

for attracting violence.

Does that make me

a bad person ?

Why did you arrest me for,

getting beat up

without a license ?

Thank you for calling me.

Oh, my God, you look awful.

Darling,

you hurt my feelings.

What we have here is a charge sheet.

Willfully crossing a police barrier;

that's considered Criminal Trespass.

Yes, that officer was nice enough

to mention that to me.

- What were you doing at the house ?

- The dog tag...

you find in that fire ?

They always come in twos.

So l went back to that place

to look for the other one.

Your daddy,

he didn't die in the fire.

- He was murdered.

- There's no evidence of that.

There is now.

That hole in that tag was made

by something sharp and hard.

And l'll bet my rent money

it was made...

when Binder

was still wearing it.

Why would somebody go through all

this trouble to kill a homeless man ?

- Do you believe us now ?

- The wheels turn slow around here.

- Real slow.

- But they do turn.

l'll order a new autopsy.

This'll help.

- You should see a doctor.

- l hate them doctors.

Yeah-- Aah ! Sh*t !

Goddamn it.

What ? Not now.

So-- So, you in 'Nam ?

Yeah,

a long time ago.

lt seems to me a man with

your obvious experience...

should be pullin' down

a lot more money.

You're gonna pay me 100 bucks

to fill out a form ?

l'll pay you a lot more than that

if you got the experience.

What kind of experience ?

Well, maybe you ain't interested.

Uh, no.

l'll fill out

the application.

You got any family ?

Anybody to worry about you ?

Friends ?

Anything like that ?

l got nobody.

You'll deposit

$500,000 in our account...

in a bank

in the Cayman lslands.

Do not refer to

our agreement by telex...

or in conversations

on the phone.

You'll be provided

with a guide, trackers...

and the weapon

of your choice.

Naturally, we will

dispose of the body...

and provide you with

an out-of-town, airtight alibi.

Don't worry, Mr. Zenan, all you

have to do is point and shoot.

Mr. Zenan has made his selection.

A black man named Roper.

Used to be in Special Forces.

Excellent.

l don't see any problem

with your choice.

lt has always been

the privilege of the few...

to hunt the many.

Soldiers, policemen,

fighter pilots.

Men who kill for the government

do so with impunity.

All we do is offer

the same opportunity...

for private citizens

such as yourself.

- These opponents, they're volunteers ?

- More or less.

The same government that has

made murder their sole preserve,

they train our targets.

We pride ourselves

on only hunting combat veterans,

men who have

the necessary skills...

- to make our hunts more interesting.

- What about the police ?

l'm sure that they would be interested

if they were to find out.

Dr. Morton here

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