Pinesdale!

Mark had heard about a town called Pinesdale. It didn't belong to any state, which meant it operated outside of all the rules, meaning he'd be safe from the law. It was perfect to lay low. All he needed to do was to rend a property and lay low.

He pulled his car into the parking lot on the outskirts of the town. He decided to take a walk through town and try to find an estate agency. He locked his car, the money hidden underneath the dashboard.

Pinesdale seemed peaceful, most people who walked past Mark seemed friendly. The paths were clean, the buildings looked well designed. Pinesdale seemed to be well kept and well contained. He had heard about it's incredibly low crime rate.

After an hour exploring the town, Mark had no luck in finding an estate agent. He weighed his options, with no phone he couldn't just google it. He needed to ask someone.