Joey Moroto flew down forty of his men. He settled himself in the Sandpiper Hotel. The first thing he did was get all, the available partners and associates from Memphis to come to Alabama.
F.Denton Voyles and Tarrance were sitting in their hotel, waiting news. They had sixty FBI agents and hundreds of local cop searching for the car.
The white Cutlass was found at nine in the morning in the car park in Panama City Beach. Voyles immediately moved all his men down there.
A local cop phoned that nice Mr Rimmer to tell him the new ,Mr Rimmer call Lazarov at the Sandpiper. Rimmer and Lazarov immediately moved all their men to PanamaCity Beach.
It took only a few minutes for van to come to hot news.The men who had rented it to Mich was reading his morning paper and he remembered the name 'McDeere'. Voyles and Tarrance got the news . They realizeed that the van must be for carrying the files.
At nine, Mitch called Tammy. She had the new documents and passports. Mitch told her to send them to Sam Fortune at the Bule Tide Hotel and give her the address. He told her to make
sure they arrived the next day. Finally he told her to leave Nashvill, Drive to Knoxville and call him from there.
By midday, all the roads to the coast around Panama City Beach were closed by the police. Lazarov and Morolto were in the Best Western Hotel.
At four in the afternoon, a clerk in the Holiday Hotel told the police that Abby McDeere was probably paid cash for two room for three nights.
At 4.58, a police car stopped in the car park of a cheap hotel and found the van Mitch had rented. It was empty.
Andy Patrick had first gone to prison, for four months, when he was nineteen. Since then he had committed plenty of minor crimes. He hated violence. He heat cops. A cop had once beaten him so badly that he lost one eye.
Six months ago he found himself in Panama City Beach and got a job as a clerk at the Blue Tide Hotel. Around nine on Friday night he was watching TV when the cop walked in
'We ' re looking for some people , ' said the cop , and laid pictures on the counter. 'Seen any of them ?'
Andy studied the pictures. He thought he recognized the one of Mitchell Y. McDeere . His criminal's mind began to work.
As soon as the cop had left, Andy went and knocked on the door of Room 38
'Who's there?' a women's voice said.
'The manager, 'Andy replied.
Mitch opened the door. Andy could see he was nervous. 'What is it?' he asked.
The police were just here, ' Andy explained. 'They showed me some pictures. I said I couldn't recognize them . Da you know that I mean? Theysaid one of these people had been in the prison . I ' ve been in prison too, and I think everyone should escape. Am I making myself clear?'
'yes,' Mitch said.' What 's your name?'
'Andy.'
'Andy , I'll give you a thousand dollars now,
'Five thousand a day ,' Andy said.
'Ok. And I' ll give you another five thousand to bring me a small packet that will arrive tomorrow morning.'
'Good .' Andy went back to his counter .
Back in the room, Mitch said, 'I think our luck has just changed for the better.'
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