Evan caught up with Stu Shackleton in the parking lot of the clinic. However, he didn’t recognize the banker at first. The fellow rode in on a gleaming black motorcycle. He was dressed head-to-toe in black, from the Tony Lama lizard boots, distressed black Levis that stopped short of being ripped, and a leather bomber jacket with epaulets, topped with a full-face helmet covered by a dark-smoke shield that permitted no view whatever of the man’s face. As Shackleton dismounted and strode over to Evan, the preacher felt he was being approached by some extraterrestrial stormtrooper.
As he drew near, the man pulled off the helmet to reveal a crop of sand-colored, tousled and sweaty hair. He must have gone without shaving since their last meeting, the stubble giving him a youthful, rakish look
