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and paid cash for two rooms for Thursday； Friday and Saturday。 He took some more money； and the two gunmen followed him to the rooms。 He knocked on both doors。 No answer。 He unlocked them and allowed his new friends to inspect them。 The rooms had not been used Friday night。 One of the troops called Lazarov； and five minutes later DeVasher was poking around the rooms looking for clues。 He found none； but the search was immediately constricted to a four…mile stretch of beach between the Blue Tide and the Beachber； where the U…Haul was found。
The vans moved the troops closer。 The partners and senior associates scoured the beach and restaurants。 And the gunmen knocked on doors。
Andy signed the Federal Express ticket at 10：35 and inspected the package for Sam Fortune。 It had been shipped by Doris Greenwood； whose address was listed as 4040 Poplar Avenue； Memphis； Tennessee。 No phone number。 He was certain it was valuable and for a moment contemplated another quick profit。 But its delivery had already been contracted for。 He gazed along both ends of the Strip and left the office with the package。
After years of dodging and hiding； Andy had subconsciously trained himself to walk quickly in the shadows； near the corners； never in the open。 As he turned the corner to cross the parking lot； he saw two men knocking on the door to Room 21。 The room happened to be vacant； and he was immediately suspicious of the two。 They wore odd…fitting matching white shorts that fell almost to their knees； although it was difficult to tell exactly where the shorts stopped and the snow…white legs began。 One wore dark socks with battered loafers。 The other wore cheap sandals and walked in obvious pain。 White Panama hats adorned their beefy heads。
After six months on the Strip； Andy could spot a fake tourist。 The one beating on the door hit it again； and when he did Andy saw the bulge of a large handgun stuck in the back of his shorts。
He quickly retraced his quiet footsteps and returned to the office。 He called Room 39 and asked for Sam Fortune。
〃This is Sam。〃
〃Sam； this is Andy at the desk。 Don't look out； but there are two very suspicious men knocking on doors across the parking lot。〃
〃Are they cops？〃
〃I don't think so。 They didn't check in here。〃
〃Where are the maids？〃 Sam asked。
〃They don't e in till eleven on Saturday。〃
〃Good。 We're turning off the lights。 Watch them and call when they leave。〃
From a dark window in a closet； Andy watched the men go from door to door； knocking and waiting； occasionally getting one to open。 Eleven of the forty…two rooms were occupied。 No response at 38 and 39。 They returned to the beach and disappeared。 Professional killers！ At his motel。
Across the Strip； in the parking lot of a miniature golf course； Andy saw two identical fake tourists talking to a man in a white van。 They pointed here and there and seemed to be arguing。
He called Sam。 〃Listen； Sam； they're~gone。 But this place is crawling with these people。〃
〃How many？〃
〃I can see two more across the Strip。 You folks better run for it。〃
〃Relax； Andy。 They won't see us if we stay in here。〃
〃But you can't stay forever。 My boss'll catch on before much longer。〃
〃We're leaving soon； Andy。 What about the package？〃
〃It's here。〃
〃Good。 I need to see it。 Say； Andy； what about food？ Could you ease across the street and get something hot？〃
Andy was a manager； not a porter。 But for five thousand a day the Sea Gull's Rest could provide a little room service。 〃Sure。 Be there in a minute。〃
Wayne Tarrance grabbed the phone and fell across the single bed in his Ramada Inn room in Orlando。 He was exhausted； furious； baffled and sick of F。 Denton Voyles。 It was 1：30 P。M。； Saturday。 He called Memphis。 The secretary had nothing to report； except that Mary Alice called and wanted to talk to him。 They had traced the call to a pay phone in Atlanta。 Mary Alice said she would call again at 2 P。M。 to see if Wayne…she called him Wayne…had checked in。 Tar…ranee gave his room number and hung up。 Mary Alice。 In Atlanta。 McDeere in Tallahassee； then Ocala。 Then no McDeere。 No green Ford pickup with Tennessee plates and trailer。 He had vanished again。
The phone rang once。 Tarrance slowly lifted the receiver。 〃Mary Alice；〃 he said softly。
〃Wayne baby！ How'd you guess？〃
〃Where is he？〃
〃Who？〃 Tammy giggled。
〃McDeere。 Where is he？〃
〃Well； Wayne； you boys were hot for a while； but then you chased a wild rabbit。 Now you're not even close； baby。 Sorry to tell you。〃
〃We've got three positive IDs in the past fourteen hours。〃
〃Better check them out； Wayne。 Mitch told me a few minutes ago he's never been to Tallahassee。 Never heard of Ocala。 Never driven a green Ford pickup。 Never pulled a U…Haul trailer。 You boys bit hard； Wayne。 Hook； line and sinker。〃
Tarrance pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed into the phone。
〃So how's Orlando？〃 she asked。 〃Gonna see Disney World while you're in town？〃
〃Where the hell is he！〃
〃Wayne； Wayne； relax； baby。 You'll get the documents。〃
Tarrance sat up。 〃Okay； when？〃
〃Well； we could be greedy and insist on the rest of our money。 I'm at a pay phone； Wayne； so don't bother to trace it； okay？ But we're not greedy。 You'll get your records within twenty…four hours。 If all goes well。〃
〃Where are the records？〃
〃I'll have to call you back； baby。 If you stay at this number； I'll call you every four hours until Mitch tells me where the documents are。 But； Wayne； if you leave this number； I might lose you； baby。 So stay put。〃
〃I'll be here。 Is he still in the country？〃
〃I think not。 I'm sure he's in Mexico by now。 His brother speaks the language； you know？〃
〃I know。〃 Tarrance stretched out on the bed and said to hell with it。 Mexico could have them； as long as he got the records。
〃Stay where you are； baby。 Take a nap。 You gotta be tired。 I'll call around five or six。〃
Tarrance laid the phone on the nightstand； and took a nap。
The dragnet lost its steam Saturday afternoon when the Panama City Beach police received the fourth plaint from motel owners。 The cops were dispatched to the Breakers Motel； where an irate owner told of armed men harassing the guests。 More cops were sent to the Strip； and before long they were searching the motels for gunmen who were searching for the McDeeres。 The Emerald Coast was on the brink of war。
Weary and hot； DeVasher's men were forced to work alone。 They spread themselves even thinner along the beach and stopped the door…to…door work。 They lounged in plastic chairs around the pools； watching the tourists e and go。 They lay on the beach； dodging the sun； hiding behind dark shades； watching the tourists e and go。
As dusk approached； the army of goons and thugs and gunmen； and lawyers； slipped into the darkness and waited。 If the McDeeres were going to move； they would do it at night。 A silent army waited for them。
DeVasher's thick forearms rested unfortably on a balcony railing outside his Best Western room。 He watched the empty beach below as the sun slowly disappeared on the horizon。 Aaron Rimmer walked throug