He hadn’t said the name out loud in thirty years.

 

He reached down with his finger and nudged the ring. Jericho had given it to

him. He had memorized the inscription carved on the inside of the band.

 

For the good of all.

 

Right.

 

She could be anywhere. She could even be dead. If so, he wanted to see her grave

as confirmation.

 

And then he might dig through the earth with his bare hands, force open the

coffin, and pulverize to dust whatever was left of her in there. If she was

alive then he would send the woman to her grave.

 

He got back into the van and drove away.

 

A police car pulled up next to him at a stoplight. The officer glanced over.

 

Rogers kept his gaze straight ahead. He had no driver’s license and the van was

stolen. He had a knife that still held trace amounts of a dead man’s blood. He

had a stolen gun in his car that had belonged to the man he’d killed. He was

wanted for a parole violation all the way across the country. He quietly