Book description
Fugitive in Greece… He was moving slowly nearer, a ghost of a figure in the red immensity of that dune landscape, walking with slow, uncertain steps…
"Who sent you?" There was hostility, no sign of affection.
"I was worried about you."
A rasping sound came from his throat, a jeering laugh of disbelief. "After eight years?" And then – "You’re in trouble again. Is it that?"
I couldn’t help it. I laughed, looking down at him squatting there, weak with hunger and half out of his mind, and thinking I’d come to him for help. "Yes," I said. "I think I’ve killed a man."
