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atellite Beach, Florida, is a
small town on Cape Canaveral, located on Route AlA at the
doorstep of Patrick Air Force Base. Once a tiny fishing vil-
lage whose original name is long forgotten, it received its
more glorious nomenclature with the beginning of the Space
Age and the arrival of the Air Force. Even so, it's still little
more than a wide spot in the road: a handful of residential
neighborhoods and retiree trailer camps, some strip malls, the
inevitable fast-food restaurants. One has to drive north to
Cocoa Beach or south to Melbourne before finding much more
on the highway than a line of motels built for visiting ser-
vicemen.
The night was cool-64 degrees, chilly by Floridian stan-
dards even at this time of year-but compared to the harsh
Massachusetts winter he left behind two days ago, the man in
Room 176 of the Satellite Beach Holiday Inn thinks it's a
balmy summer evening. He had wanted to leave his motel
room door open to allow in the sea breeze and the dull sound
of the Atlantic surf from across the highway, but the plain-
clothes security escort the company had assigned to him
wouldn't hear of it. fust normal precautions, the private dick
whom he had taken to thinking of as Mister Mom had said as






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he gently closed the door. I'd rather keep it shut, sir, if
don't mind ...