Somehow heâd ended up with someone elseâs coat . . . and that act could end Robert Bowserâs life before it started.
His hand trembled as he answered the phone.
''Mr. Bowser?''
''Yes.''
''Mr. Bowser, my name is Harvey Plangman.''
''Yes, Mr. Plangman. I have your wallet, and jacket, too, I believe.''
''And I have yours.''
''Why donât you drive over here? I could offer you a drink and we could reclaim our things.''
''Mr. Bowser, were you planning on going to Brazil?''
Was this really how the world ended?
''You donât have anything to be afraid of, Mr. Bowser.''
''Iâd better come there.''
''Yes, I think it would be better if you came here. Youâll know who I am all right, Mr. Bowser. Iâm wearing your coat . . .