CHAPTER 1 JEAN CURRIE
His bantering tone changed. "The Old Lass said he was in hospital. You'll let me know how he is?" And then as if he couldn't stay serious for long, he grinned. "Of all the girls I've chatted up in all the countries I've marched through, that's the first time I've had that brush off. I'm going to see Dad!"
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Alan Furbeck paused by the river to admire the blue, white and red sails fluttering, dipping and tacking like giant butterflies. He had belonged to a sailing club once, still remembered the thrill and the spills. He hadn't carried any extra weight then, now he needed care to prevent his muscular frame from laying down fat.
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