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He cranked the throttle, swung the boat around, and headed for their escapee. The water erupted into a furious explosion just before their captive reached shore, and Ralph had no doubts as to the cause. Ralph headed toward the shore, watched the twisting, swirling tail of the beast.
He heard the screams above the engine noise, and knew they were too late. Bunky stood up shakily in the boat with a pistol and aimed in the direction of the croc. Ralph grabbed his arm.
The boiling water began to calm down as Ralph let the boat drift towards shore. They saw no sign of the croc. Then, he watched in terror as the big creature began a slow crawl, backing up the bank with their still-twitching movie star in his powerful jaws. He watched the croc drag his prey into a tangle mess of mangrove trees.
There was a final, horrifying scream. Ralph turned around and saw the fisherman and his woman staring their direction.
The woman had a look of horror on her face. Both the man and woman were propelled from the boat, which, driverless, began circling the middle of the river. Bunky sat, wild-eyed, wide-mouthed, frozen in place and speechless again. Ralph pushed him out of the way, cranked the engine, and slowly moved over to the bodies floating in an increasingly red pool of water.
He placed two more point-blank shots into the head of each. In Europe, these musicians stayed in the swishest hotels and ate in the finest restaurants.
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They were featured on television and radio shows in London, Paris, Brussels, Hamburg, Stockholm and other cities throughout Europe. He had high hopes that his project would shine a light on the Chicago blues musicians and perhaps raise their status even in their own, largely indifferent country. He was sure his efforts would be handsomely rewarded back in Europe. Dillon had been tapped to accompany the next group of Chicago musicians to tour Europe. Peter fell instantly in love with the sound of the blues harmonica—or blues harp, as they called it here—because it was the perfect, wailing vehicle to express the deep, often sorrowful, feeling of the music.
Proprietor Rhoda Williams had unplugged many an amplifier that dared to blast out anything but the real stuff. Her club could accommodate a little more than a hundred customers, or on a night like tonight, a hundred and fifty with standing room only. She kept it clean, because she wanted the ladies of the neighborhood to feel welcome.
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