Prologue
Jake stared at the letter, his eyes as large as dinner plates. He reread it just to make sure he hadn't imagined it. He hadn't.
He held Dirk's letter with shaking hands as he said with a voice dripping with a mixture of doubt and sheer terror, "They're hot on our trail?" He flipped the letter over and noticed that there was one more line. He read that last line and his jaw dropped to the floor. He stared at it until the words were burned into his mind.
It replayed in the front of his mind as he packed his bags and loaded his guns hurriedly. "I've got to find him!" he said as the sentence reached a fever pitch.
'They know about Dave'