touched the butt of the Smith & Wesson snug in its holster against his spine, then sat back and waited to see what was going to happen.
* * *
Within a few minutes, they had left the town and were travelling along a narrow country road. The heavy rain and a slight ground mist reduced visibility considerably, but he caught an occasional glimpse of the sea in the distance beyond a fringe of pine trees.
The Renault stayed so close that he could see the driver clearly, a pale man with extraordinary fair hair who looked more like a priest than anything else. They came to a crossroads at a place where the pinewoods seemed to move in on every side. The van carried straight on, the Renault turned left and disappeared. Chavasse frowned.
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