![]() ![]() He tried to relax but felt a bit uncomfortable. Maybe boredom wasn’t such a bad alternative. On the other hand, he would have to put up with Frank and Lou’s conversation. Hope he wasn’t going to be bored out of his mind. “Take it easy Frank nothing’s going to happen,” said Frank’s brother Lou. “I have to admit,” said Frank quietly, “every time I hear one of those languages coming out of the mouths of those people, I become suspicious.” When they entered the waiting room, they sat in the row of seats just across from Benoit and his two companions. One of them appeared to be having an agitated conversation with the counter clerk but that eventually ended, and the clerk waved them through. They noticed a small group of passengers talking to each other in what sounded like a Middle East language. ![]() Just a few more days, he thought, and I’ll be rid of these people.Īfter dealing with the airline duty check-in counter at Logan International Airport in Boston, Benoit, Frank, and Lou were just about ready to move towards the entrance leading to the waiting area, but something caught their attention. His latest burden was to accompany them on a flight to Los Angeles to deal with yet another mob member. Right before him stood Lou and Frank, two so-called businessmen operating a small construction company in New York and trying to start one in the Province of Quebec. Benoit swore himself one thing: he would never again meet members of the mob at the airport. ![]()
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