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Jed crouched by the open grave and waved to the others to join him.
‘They’ve gone,’ he said, ‘by vehicle. Tracks of two men, by the look of it.’
Chris and Harold Jones, the surviving CIA agent from the downed helicopter, stood at the edge of the hole.
‘Only one hole, Jed,’ Chris said, stating the depressing fact that was on Jed’s mind.
‘He could have had both coffins buried in the one grave,’ he countered. ‘It’s deep enough.’
‘I hope you’re right,’ she said.
‘What now?’ asked Jones.
‘We follow the tracks. Wylde said there was an air field on the ranch. I’m betting these tracks will lead us there.’ Jed pulled Wylde’s walkie-talkie from the pocket of his fatigue trousers and called the lodge owner’s head scout, who was driving a Land Rover onto bin Zayid’s ranch. ‘Do you know wh
