Moe escorted me out of the restaurant, his sons trailing us. I was exhausted and full, I wanted to get back on the RV and take a nap. "Moe, do you think they'll find Marvin hiding down there?"

He helped me get up the stairs as he thought about it. "I don't know. If he does something stupid, they might be able to find him. If he's smart and lays low, he could retire there and die of old age as long as he still has money to pay for protection. The cats aren't like us; there are no Packs, just individual territories. They don't communicate with others and don't...