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"I’ "This is hter, Ann My ould have driven doith us, but she’s a sick woman and I told her to stay at home We live in Floral Beach"

I introduced myself and shook hands with them both There was no family resemblance that I could see His facial features were oversized -big nose, high cheekbones, strong chin-while hers were apologetic She had dark hair and a slight overbite that should have been corrected when she was a kid

The quick one to seed and wide, empty streets lined with pickup trucks "You drove down for the day?"

"I had an appointot, they can’t treat, but they takeas we’re in town"

His daughter stirred, but said nothing I pegged her at forty-some and wondered if she still lived at ho eye contact with me

I don’t do well at sear into business mode "What can I do for you, Mr Fowler?"

His smile was bitter "I take it the nas a dim bell," I said "Can you fill me in?"

"My son, Bailey, was arrested in Downey three weeks ago byuess they turned around and ran a check on hiht before last"

I nearly said, "A ave a lurch I’d seen an article in the local paper "Ah, yes," I said "He escaped froo, didn’t he?"

"That’s right I never heard from him after the escape and finally decided he was dead The boy nearly broke uess he’s not done yet"

The California Men’s Colony near San Luis Obispo is a two-part institution; a minimum-security unit for old men, and a medium-security facility divided into four six-hundred-man sections Bailey Fowler had apparently walked away froht train that ruet tripped up?"

"There was a warrant out on a fellow na He says he was booked, fingerprinted, and in the can before they realized they had the wrongup his butt and ran Bailey’s prints through soot down there That’s how they picked up on the fugitive warrant By a da to do?"

"I hired him a lawyer Now he’s back, I want hi the conviction?"