This was getting painful. This hole in him that did nothing but smoulder with hate. a need to find his brother and… He didn't know, and if he was honest, he was afraid to find him. Afraid of what he would do when he did.
Penny squeezed his hand gently, pulling him from his thoughts. She smiled, and the anger dulled, turning into a numb ache.
He sighed, scratching at his ear while they waited for the man to return.
This was the seventh place they'd been today, and it had been four days they'd been looking so far.
John would have moved on by now, they were trailing, and that caused that fire to stir.
'We'll find him,' she soothed. 'I promise he'll answer.'
Gordon nodded; any words that he might have said were gone as the man returned, book and papers in hand with a small, pretty woman in tow.
'The only person we've had here was one Glenn Johnson.' Gordon's heart skipped a beat as the man pointed to the woman. 'Do you have a picture? She dealt with the man the other day when he left, gave us a tip after staying for a couple of days and then moved on.'