Chapter 20
—The new keeper of the pearl has identified our old friends.
—We can make sure they don’t meet.
—Or, make it even more interesting if they do.
—Then, we can kill them all at once.
Idaho
Hank Bennett rode his all-terrain vehicle five miles over rugged, roadless mountains to the home of Stuart Eliot. They helped build each other’s log cabins, but despite being the other’s closest neighbor, neither cared all that much for the other and rarely visited. They communicated every week or so via e-mail, more to make sure the other was still alive than anything.
Since the ATV could be heard several miles away, Stuart stood in his doorway as Hank arrived. Stuart was a big man, pushing two-hundred eighty pounds in a six-foot two frame. He had wavy brown hair, thinning at the crown.
