back in her purse. He replaced the switchblade in the hand of the dead man.

 

He would let the local police try to figure out what had happened.

 

He field-dressed his arm as best he could and the blood stopped flowing.

 

He took a few moments to count the folded money. His cash had just been doubled.

 

He had a long, difficult journey ahead of him.

 

And after all these years, it was time to get started.

 

Chapter 3

 

JOHN PULLER STARED across at his father, who was sleeping in his bed in the room

that had become his home.

 

He wondered for how much longer.

 

Puller Sr. had been going through a transition of late. And it wasn’t all to do

with the deteriorating state of his personal health.

 

His older son, Robert Puller, once incarcerated in a military prison in

Leavenworth, Kansas, had been formally cleared of all charges of treason and his

record expunged. Then he had been reinstated as an officer in the United States