Pete couldn’t figure out why Phelps hadn’t been spotted by anyone yet. He had all his men out looking around every place that Phelps was known to hang out at. Someone sat outside his house, his parent’s house, his favorite restaurant. Anyplace he could likely be. It just wasn’t adding up. He couldn’t overcome the feeling that he was missing something obvious. The only reasonable explanation was that Phelps didn’t leave Wynott and he was somewhere that strangers were normal for the atmosphere. The only thing that kept coming to mind was the hospital. Strangers were in and out at all hours of the day and night, yet no one thought anything about it. Hide in plain sight. Thank goodness Marla was safely being guarded. On a hunch Pete decided to send two uniformed officers to the hospital to poke around and see what they could find out. He also sent a couple of uniforms over to the Motel Wynott to sniff around there. Couldn’t hurt, and they might just get lucky.