Doc grabs him and pulls him back down as another round cracks overhead.
“Whose is it?”
“Kane.”
Everything stops.
“You saw him?” Doc asks.
“No.”
“Then how do you know?”
“The motorcycle.”
Hampton points toward the road.
“Daniel Kane has ridden the same make for twenty years.”
Trigger looks at Doc.
“The Kane from Grant’s journal?”
Doc nods.
The motorcycle disappears behind the trees.
My pulse races.
Another man from Grant’s past.
Another man who apparently isn't where he should be.
“Was Kane supposed to be dead too?” I ask.
Doc looks at Hampton.
“No.”
Hampton answers for him.
“Worse.”
“What does that mean?”
“He's supposed to be in federal prison.”
Of course he is.
I close my eyes.
“Does anyone Grant knew have a normal life?”
Wolf answers from behind me.
“We own a tavern.”
Trigger looks at him.