The nondescript little man who called himself Decker was several car lengths behind the rented Cadillac Turner Hahn rented earlier this morning. The night before, the two landed on a small satellite field on the east side of St. Louis and taxied straight away to a hotel. Fortunately, the electronic bug he hid in Hahn’s suitcase two days earlier was putting out a strong signal when he arrived in St. Louis later that night. He picked the two big detectives up at their hotel this morning and was now following them westward on I-70 and away from the main metropolitan area of St. Louis.
Frankly, he was worried. So worried he was chewing on a thumbnail as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel. A nasty little trait he tried to give up several times in the past. And couldn’t. He had a stro
