Somehow he'd ended up with someone else's coat . . . and that act could end Robert Bowser's life before it started. His hand trembled as he answered the phone. ''Mr. Bowser?'' ''Yes.'' ''Mr. Bowser, my name is Harvey Plangman.'' ''Yes, Mr. Plangman. I have your wallet, and jacket, too, I believe.'' ''And I have yours.'' ''Why don't you drive over here? I could offer you a drink and we could reclaim our...