Thirty-FiveIt had been the work of just an hour or two to locate the dressmaker’s brother-in-law. Not hard. As soon as he saw the photograph at the black mama’s establishment he was years back. He knew that face: it was one he’d seen before, many times. The black Bible-thumper, the one who always gave him the feeling he was watching him like a hawk. The boys who worked for him warned him about him as well.
But when Sebastian Russell opened the door with a revolver in one hand — now that was a surprise. He had to give it to him, he’d got there mighty fast. Edmund wasn’t sure what his interest here was. Sebastian’s narrowed, flinty eyes weren’t welcoming either.
“Why, Seb, you old war-horse.” He mustered up a wide-eyed grin. “Didn’t know you hung out in these here parts. Haven’t you got be
