Madness and passion and the triumphant joy of a demon were in his face as he glared at his helpless prey.

As Aldous crouched lower his shoulder touched one of the saddles.

It slipped from the pile, one of the panniers followed it, and Quade saw him.

There was no longer reason for concealment, and as Quade stood paralyzed for a moment Aldous sprang forth into the space between him and Joanne.

He heard the cry that broke strangely from her lips but he did not turn his head.