Chapter 81

He was ready to flee the country on almost a moment’s notice but still had a few things to take care of, notably retrieving various sums of money that he’d stashed in a half-dozen safe-deposit boxes in as many cities, all under different names.

Monique had given her final performance two weeks previously at about the time that he’d carried out his last hit. He began to pack, thinking as he did so that he was truly going to miss this isolated place.

He got in his old pickup truck and drove ten miles over twisting mountain roads to the nearest general store, which also housed a small post office. He told the proprietor to hold his mail as he was going to be gone for a month or two. The proprietor told him that two men had been in the store two days previously asking about him.

“Did they ask for me by name?” he said, fighting a certain feeling of panic.