Marc had his room packed. It was much most of his belongings had dwindled down to a few shirts and his money. He'd had most of it stashed here and there around the country different bank accounts. He had the codes of course in different places mostly in his head.
But he did have some cash on him now, like 5,000 USD. An amount Marc was ashamed of. He hid some in his bag some in his coat. His thinking was its a enough to catch someones suspicion. He didn't want that. It was also enough to get him out a bind. So he had to make an exception.
Where to go he wasn't sure. He had started to feel like something was up. Then that strangling too many things too much attention, this town was busier and busier, reporters coming in just to verify the story, staying around looking around. Sammy's Dad mentioned a few people asked around with pictures of the
Blue Man
. Too much attention now.
Sammy's performance was tomorrow or the day after next. He felt bad to miss it, but he couldn't stay. Sometimes there were more important things to to Sammy. Besides he promised Denver to save himself.
He looked out the window his car seemed too still. He saw a car he didn't recognize drive by. Or wait he saw that earlier in town. A dark green range rover. Too nice for a place like this.
It drove in front of the building and parked at the far side.
