my two daughters that that hasn’t changed.” “So where could she have been going

all dressed up like that?” Carol didn’t answer right away. “Well, it might have

been some function. Or maybe dinner with a friend.” “But that would have come

out in the investigation.” “I guess that’s true. There weren’t many places

around back then to go dancing or drinking or anything,” she said slowly. “Not

that she would have anyway,” she added hurriedly. “I meant for single people.”

“Right. Not for married people.” I wonder if she was dressed to impress someone?

Another man, maybe? And if my dad found out? Followed her?

 

He said, “So did you know some of the ladies back then who were her friends?

Someone she might have confided in?” “I’d have to give that some thought. My

mother would have been one, of course.” “Your dad told me she had passed away a

few years ago. I’m sorry.” “Thanks. That’s the price of loving someone. You get

ripped apart when they leave you.” Don’t I know that, thought Puller.

 

She said, “I might be able to dig up a name and call you back. My family kept in

touch with several of the folks at Fort Monroe.” “I’d appreciate it.” Puller

gave her his number. “Oh, John?” “Yeah?” “I hope you find whatever it is you’re

looking for.” “Me too.”

 

Chapter 12

 

PAUL ROGERS HAD walked around the perimeter of Fort Monroe. He had done this a

dozen times now and saw things on the last circuit that he had failed to see on

the first. In some ways the place looked like a Hollywood back-lot set of a