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〃Listen； Ray。 They might be setting roadblocks right now。 Trust me。 Did I get you out of prison？ e on。〃
A siren went screaming past on the Strip。 They froze； and listened to it fade away。
〃Okay； gang；〃 Mitch said； 〃we're moving out。 I don't like this place。 The parking lot is empty and too close to the highway。 I've parked the U…Haul three doors down at the elegant Sea Gull's Rest Motel。 I've got two lovely rooms there。 The roaches are much smaller。 We're taking a quiet stroll on the beach。 Then we get to unpack the truck。 Sound exciting？〃
37
JOEY Morolto and his squad of storm troopers landed at the Pensacola airport in a chartered DC…9 before sunrise Friday。 Lazarov waited with two limos and eight rented vans。 He briefed Joey on the past twenty…four hours as the convoy left Pensacola and traveled east on Highway 98。 After an hour of briefing； they arrived at a twelve…floor condo called the Sandpiper； in the middle of the Strip at Destin。 An hour from Panama City Beach。 The penthouse on the top floor had been procured by Lazarov for only four thousand dollars a week。 Off…season rates。 The remainder of the twelfth floor and all of the eleventh had been leased； for the goons。
Mr。 Morolto snapped orders like an agitated drill sergeant。 A mand post was set up in the great room of the penthouse； overlooking the calm emerald water。 Nothing suited him。 He wanted breakfast； and Lazarov sent two vans to a Delchamps supermarket nearby。 He wanted McDeere； and Lazarov asked him to be patient。
By daybreak； the troops had settled into their condos。 They waited。
Three miles away along the beach； and within view of the Sandpiper； F。 Denton Voyles and Wayne Tarrance sat on the balcony of an eighth…floor room at the Sandestin Hilton。 They drank coffee； watched the sun rise gently on the horizon and talked strategy。 The night had not gone well。 The car had not been found。 No sign of Mitch。 With sixty FBI agents and hundreds of locals scouring the coast； they should have at least found the car。 With each passing hour； the McDeeres were farther away。
In a file by a coffee table inside were the warrants。 For Ray McDeere； the warrant read： escape； unlawful flight； robbery and rape。 Abby's sin was merely being an acplice。 The charges for Mitch required more creativity。 Obstruction of justice and a nebulous racketeering charge。 And of course the old standby； mail fraud。 Tarrance was not sure where the mail fraud fit； but he worked for the FBI and had never seen a case that did not include mail fraud。
The warrants were issued and ready and had been fully discussed with dozens of reporters from newspapers and television stations throughout the Southeast。 Trained to maintain a stone face and loathe the press； Tarrance was having a delightful time with the reporters。
Publicity was needed。 Publicity was critical。 The authorities must find the McDeeres before the Mob did。
Rick Acklin ran through the room to the balcony。 〃They've found the car！〃
Tarrance and Voyles jumped to their feet。 〃Where？〃
〃Panama City Beach。 In the parking lot of a high rise。〃
〃Call our men in； every one of them！〃 Voyles yelled。 〃Stop searching everywhere。 I want every agent in Panama City Beach。 We'll turn the place inside out。 Get all the locals you can。 Tell them to set up roadblocks on every highway and gravel road in and out of there。 Dust the car for prints。 What's the town look like？〃
〃Similar to Destin。 A twelve…mile strip along the beach with hotels； motels； condos； the works；〃 Acklin answered。
〃Start our men door to door at the hotels。 Is her posite ready？〃
〃Should be；〃 Acklin said。
〃Get her posite； Mitch's posite； Ray's posite and Ray's mug shot in the hands of every agent and cop。 I want people walking up and down the Strip waving those damn posites。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃How far away is Panama City Beach？〃
〃About fifty minutes due east。〃
〃Get my car。〃
The phone woke Aaron Rimmer in his room at the Perdido Beach Hilton。 It was the investigator with the Baldwin County Sheriff's Department。 They found the car； Mr。 Rimmer； he said； in Panama City Beach。 Just a few minutes ago。 About a mile from the Holiday Inn。 On Highway 98。 Sorry again about the girl； he said。 Hope she's doing better； he said。
Mr。 Rimmer said thanks； and immediately called Lazarov at the Sandpiper。 Ten minutes later； he and his roommate； Tony； and DeVasher and fourteen others were speeding east。 Panama City Beach was three hours away。
In Destin； Lazarov mobilized the storm troopers。 They moved out quickly； piled into the vans and headed east。 The blitzkrieg had begun。
It took only a matter of minutes for the U…Haul to bee a hot item。 The assistant manager of the rental pany in Nashville was a guy named Billy Weaver。 He opened the office early Friday morning； fixed his coffee and scanned the paper。 On the bottom half of the front page； Billy read with interest the story about Ray McDeere and the search along the coast。 And then Abby was mentioned。 Then the escapee's brother； Mitch McDeere； was mentioned。 The name rang a bell。
Billy opened a drawer and flipped through the records of outstanding rentals。 Sure enough； a man named McDeere had rented a sixteen…footer late Wednesday night。 M。 Y。 McDeere； said the signature； but the driver's license read Mitchell Y。 From Memphis。
Being a patriot and honest taxpayer； Billy called his cousin at Metro Police。 The cousin called the Nashville FBI office； and fifteen minutes later； the U…Haul was a hot item。
Tarrance took the call on the radio while Acklin drove。 Voyles was in the back seat。 A U…Haul？ Why would he need a U…Haul？ He left Memphis without his car； clothes； shoes or toothbrush。 He left the dog unfed。 He took nothing with him； so why the U…Haul？
The Bendini records； of course。 Either he left Nashville with the records in the truck or he was in the truck en route to get them。 But why Nashville？
Mitch was up with the sun。 He took one long； lustful look at his wife with the cute blond hair and forgot about sex。 It could wait。 He let her sleep。 He walked around the stacks of boxes in the small room and went to the bathroom。 He showered quickly and slipped on a gray sweat suit he'd bought at a Wal…Mart in Montgomery。 He eased along the beach for a half mile until he found a convenience store。 He bought a sackful of Cokes； pastries and chips； sunglasses； caps and three newspapers。
Ray was waiting by the U…Haul when he returned。 They spread the papers on Ray's bed。 It was worse than they expected。 Mobile； Pensacola and Montgomery had frontpage stories with posites of Ray and Mitch； along with the mug shot again。 Abby's posite had not been released； according to the Pensacola paper。
As posites go； they were close here and there and badly off in other areas。 But it was hard to be objective。
Hell； Mitch was staring at his own posite and trying to give an unbiased opinion about how close it was。 The stories were full of all sorts of wild statements from one Wayne Tarrance； special agent； FBI。 Tarrance said Mitchell McDeere had been spotted in the Gulf Shores…Pensacola area； that he and Ray both were known to be heavily armed and extremely dangerous； that they had vowed not to be taken alive； that reward money was being gathered； that if anyone saw a man who faintly resembled either of the McDeere brothers； please call the local police。
They ate pastries and decided the posites were not close。 The mug shot was even ical。 They eased next door and woke Abby。 They began unpacking the Bendini Papers and assembling the video camera。
At nine； Mitch called Tammy； collect。 She had the new IDs and passports。 He instructed her to Federal Express them to Sam Fortune； front desk； Sea Gull's Rest Motel； 16694 Highway 98； West Panama City Beach； Florida。 She read to him the front…page story about himself and his small gang。 No posites。
He told her to ship the passports； then leave Nashville。 Drive four hours to Knoxville； check into a big motel and call him at Room 39； Sea Gull's Rest。 He gave her the number。
Two FBI agents knocked on the door of the old ragged trailer at 486 San Luis。 Mr。 Ainsworth came
