Instead of cutting his hair, he let it grow out. Normally, the gray at his temples was dyed to match the dark brown strands. To disguise his identity, one that was plastered on every news station, he lightened the color and allowed the locks to cover his ears. Suits and expensive exercise clothes were swapped for jeans, T-shirts, and sneakers. He doubted if anyone from his office would recognize him if they passed each other on the street. The sheriff would be the first to notice who he was and bring him in for questioning. Without cash, there was no way he could buy an alibi. No one knew him here in this piece of land where the wind blew and there was more open space than concrete and steel. When he abandoned his position as councilman for Central California, he forfeited any favors other
