The sound of rain dancing on the metal roof helped Sam think. He lay on the cot in the old farmhouse with one arm propped under his head. Beatrice lay spread eagle on the floor enjoying the cool air that had been ushered in by a mild gulf storm. As the rain fell gently, it left streaks on the dusty window panes. The remaining sun was nestled low in the sky beneath the incoming fog.
Sam was ill at ease. That day he had placed a call to Leon Duval to try to run down the license plate of the Lincoln that had tailed him. As he suspected, there was no plate registered with the numbers on the tags. Duval also mentioned he had filed the necessary paperwork to exhume Madsen, although he was expecting a losing battle with the judge.
Sam was being pulled into something that wasn"t his business, ye
