Chapter Twelve
Virginia, USA – October 1973
Gorilla had control of the Mustang, hands on the wheel, foot on the accelerator. Beside him, Eunice slept. The flight home from the Canary Islands had taken it out of her and she had been about ready to crash when they landed at Washington Dulles International, so he had offered to take the wheel and drive them to Virginia.
He was having one of his 3 a.m. moments, when all his doubts about whether he was doing the right thing or which direction his life should go in, came and haunted him.
Eunice Brown fascinated him. It wasn't just that she was a strong, independent woman in a very male-dominated trade… it wasn't even that she ticked all the boxes for him physically, with her height, her red hair, slim figure and green eyes. It was more than
