So he must have witnessed some of it.

 

He walked to his car and leaned against the front fender. He sunk his chin to

his chest and closed his eyes.

 

Somewhere in the dimmest recollections he had were buried things that apparently

he would no longer allow himself to remember.

 

So how could he ever find the truth if he couldn’t even admit it to himself?

 

Chapter 10

 

PAUL ROGERS OPENED his eyes and looked at the ceiling of his car.

 

He had crossed into Virginia last night. It was now early morning.

 

And he had just realized he’d made a big mistake. In addition to letting the

little boy live.

 

I hit the son of a bitch too hard. I killed Donohue too hard.

 

His hand slid to the knife in the holder on his belt.

 

How many inches through the chest? Donohue was big, thickset.