Thirty-Seven
Thanks to a friend he still had contact with, he had been able to secure a car—a four-door Grand Marquis—a late 80’s model. Phil didn’t need to know much about cars, only that they ran good enough to get away in, but also to become part of his disguise.
Some people might remember him from when he was in Osceola before. And they might not like him back here after almost killing little Bea on the slide. Someone, especially the sheriff or maybe the deputies, might have a problem with him driving around the town, scouting things out. No, spying.
He had a plan and part of that plan was being seen in many different towns and places so that when he did land in Osceola, he would have some alibis. They didn’t need to be hard core, like in exact timing but he needed to be seen severa
