<p>Somehow he'd ended up with someone else's coat . . . and that act could end Robert Bowser's life before it started.</p><p>His hand trembled as he answered the phone.</p><p>''Mr. Bowser?''</p><p>''Yes.''</p><p>''Mr. Bowser, my name is Harvey Plangman.''</p><p>''Yes, Mr. Plangman. I have your wallet, and jacket, too, I believe.''</p><p>''And I have yours.''</p><p>''Why don't you drive over here? I could offer you a drink and we could reclaim our things.''</p><p>''Mr. Bowser, were you planning on going to Brazil?''</p><p>Was this really how the world ended?</p><p>''You don't have anything to be afraid of, Mr. Bowser.''</p><p>''I'd better come there.''</p><p>''Yes, I think it would be better if you came here. You'll know who I am all right, Mr. Bowser. I'm wearing your coat . . .</p>