I tried to remember what the shadowy figure had looked like. It had certainly reminded me of Kerman, so that would make it tall, broad-shouldered and lean. Not much to go on, but something.
‘Must have been one of the gang. I wish I had seen more of him.’ I looked at my wrist-watch. ‘In another quarter of an hour we should hear: if we’re going to hear.’
Kerman rubbed weary knuckles into his eyes.
‘I feel whacked. That five-hour wait in the car nearly killed me. Think they’ll turn him loose?’
‘I don’t know. I can’t see them doing it. It’ll be a lucky break for him if they do.’
‘Brandon’s going to love this if he doesn’t come back,’ Kerman said, stifling a yawn.
‘It’s her responsibility.’
‘But we are accessories. He’ll be scared to curse her, but he’ll have something to say to us.’
‘Well, let him say it,’ I said, got up and tramped across to the wagon to make another drink. My hand hovered over the bottle as Franklin Marshland came silently into the room.
‘So you’ve got back safely,’ he said. ‘I must say I was very worried.’ He looked inquiringly at Jack Kerman.