Free A Mass Murderer - Blood for blood (ADDITIONAL BOOK INCLUDED ) by Sara Wood Page B

elderly security personal. Almost as an afterthought.
    “There were some strangers calling here a few days back, kind of rough looking guys.” He said.
    Klyne looked up with interest. “What strangers? What did they want?”
    “Well. We told you about the police chief coming out here? Saying that as far as he was thinking he was glad you done what you done, but that he was getting leaned on from somewhere further up the line?”
    “Yes. That was what we figured all along. That’s why we decided to sell up now. Those letters I gave you will take care of all that. But if the police chief and his team of men are letting it go unless we go and spit on their badges, then who else is there?” His voice was disbelieving. “Folks round here all liked Louise and Becky!”
    “Sort of hit-men, I guess. Seems that the Pa of that rich kid you gunned down in the Doc’s house is out to have you both dancing on the air. He’s hired some hit men to get after you.”
    “Yeah, I see what you mean.” He said. “How did they look like?”
    “It weren’t so much the meanness of them all. It was the guy who led them.”
    “What was he like? Young or old?”
    “Oldish. Begging your pardon for it, Mister Klyne, but he seemed much of an age with you. Sort who’d have been in the armed force or the police.”
    A man like Nathan would have gone for the best that money could buy. That would be why it had taken them so long to get to town.
    “What was he like?”
    “Tall. Very tall. Weiged about….let’s see I think round one-fifty, dressed in ordinary sort of clothes. But all made in black like a preacher he was.”
    “But not him, man. He weren’t like no preacher at all, was he?”
    The security personal shook his head, agreeing with his friend. “Sure not. Not like a preacher. Longish hair but no beard or moustache.”
    “His hair, was it white and his eye brows?” Klyne asked.
    “White it was. White as the snow.” The man confirmed, “Seems like you know him?”
    Klyne relaxed. Now it was told there was no call for more tension. “Did he say when he was coming back?”
    “Yeah. Day after tomorrow. Know him?”
    “I do Man,” Klyne laughed, his eyes catching those of Bates, frightened by the outburst of barely controlled rage. “That is….I knew him. Name is John Dalton. Most men call him ‘Snowy’, but not to his face.”
    “He sure knew you, Mister Klyne. Is he a kind of old enemy?”
    “No . No, I’d say that he was about the nearest I ever did have to a friend.”
    Leaving the properties to be auctioned, Bates and Klyne quit their homes for the last time at dawn. All their possessions would be stored for them, though Klyne had little there that he wanted kept. Most of the furniture had been bought by Louise, and he couldn’t see his new life leading him to a settled existence where he’d need tables and chairs.
    The town lay dead behind them. There was nothing for either of them ever to go back for, and with Barry Barton breathing vengeance down the backs of their necks, it was time to move on and keep moving.
    Klyne had pointed out to Bates that Snowy would also have the list of names, and he would probably know by now just where they’d been, and who they’d removed forever from that list. And he’d be closing in on them, watching to see which way they went next.
    “But he won’t guess Phoenix he won’t know about Rebecca. So we go there, then you head west with your niece and drop out of sight. I’ll be moving after Barton.”
    Bates grunted. Unconvincingly. He’d brought very little with him and only after Klyne had reminded him did he throw in a few of Rebecca’s clothes. His breath smelled like the bottom of a spittoon, and he was clearly in a bad temper.
    They drove around the town, in case they happened to run into Barton and his hit men, leaving their old pick up one block away from the station to mislead any hit men trailing them they boarded the train to Phoenix.
    Bates was asleep,