Chapter 20
IT WASN’T Gerry Cloan, of course, unless it were his wraith. Though eyes and colouring were the same, to the light eyebrows and silky brown hair, the face was that of an older man...
Ed Cloan, was it? The resemblance was near enough. Dene felt his scalp prickle. Lucky that from instinctive caution he had kept himself in the shadow. Once he and Gerry’s brother came face to face in the daylight, his life would depend on how good a description Ed had of him. A killer Jennie had called him...
Dene’s mouth was dry. He put his hand to his forehead and brought it away wringing wet. Here was an unforeseen contretemps! The first of his three days was almost over and here was a fresh danger threatening, another obstacle to hamper his progress.
Ed, of course, was in search of the man w
