‘What’s he to you, Miss Gerald?’ demanded the sheriff.
‘Gerard,’ she corrected. She had grey-green eyes and a strange mouth. ‘He’s my cousin.’
‘All Adam’s chillun are cousins, one way or the other. You’ll have to tell me a little more than that.’
‘He was in the Air Force seven years ago,’ she said. ‘There was some—trouble. He was discharged. Medical.’
The sheriff thumbed through the file on the desk before him. ‘Remember the doctor’s name?’
‘Thompson first, then Bromfield. Dr Bromfield signed the discharge.’
‘Guess you do know something about him at that. What was he before he did his hitch in the Air Force?’
‘An engineer. I mean, he would have been if he’d finished school.’
‘Why didn’t he?’
She shrugged. ‘He just disappeared.’