Somehow heād ended up with someone elseās coat . . . and that act could end Robert Bowserās 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 donāt 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 donāt have anything to be afraid of, Mr. Bowser.''
''Iād better come there.''
''Yes, I think it would be better if you came here. Youāll know who I am all right, Mr. Bowser. Iām wearing your coat . . .