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Gerry and Jan headed for an old tin-mining area in the nearby hills, where sightings of Owlman had occurred during the summer.
"You're officially a missing person," he said. "Does that bother you?"
"Not in the least," she replied with a smile. "I don't want to be found."
"The world of aliases can be tricky to navigate," he grinned.
She laughed. "I'd be happy to give it a whirl!"
They parked the 4x4 away from the eyes of passing motorists. Light was becoming grainy with the approaching dusk. The apprehension Jan had felt since they left Morwenna's sanctuary began to ebb. It was time for action and steady nerves. She was looking forward to it.
He passed her a bottle of herbal mixture and she took a small sip.
"I'm half way out of this world most of the time now." She passed the bo
