MOONEY CLUTCHED HIS uncle’s shoulder. “Do the police know where I am? You didn’t tell them?”
“Tell them? How could I tell them? Only I saw your picture while I was eating my sandwich, so I went to the hotel and—”
“Uncle Lester, listen. What did they come to see you for?”
“Because I was stupid enough to let you stay in my house, that’s what for,” Lester said bitterly. “Two days ago. Knocking on my door, hardly eight o’clock in the morning. They said there’s a man missing, driving a truck, found the truck empty. Man from the Coast Guard station knows him, saw him picking up a couple of hitchhikers at a bridge someplace, recognized one of the hitchhikers. Said the hitchhiker’d been staying at my house. That’s you, Howard. Don’t lie; he described you. Pudgy, kind of a squinty look in the ey
