A bead of sweat appeared on his forehead.

 

Come on, John. More happened. Bobby knows. Get past whatever is in your head

blocking it. See it for how it really was.

 

He sat there for five more minutes, straining, his eyes scrunched so tightly

closed that his pupils started to feel sore.

 

His eyes popped open and he sat there.

 

The wall had held.

 

He couldn’t get through it.

 

He rose. Well, if not in his head, then with his boots on the ground.

 

One way or another he was going to finally get to the truth.

 

Chapter 14

 

ON THE WAY to his car his phone buzzed. It was Carol Powers. “Okay,” she began.

“It took a few phone calls, but I finally found Lucy Bristow.” “Lucy Bristow?”

“You probably don’t remember her. She was friends with both our moms. They all

volunteered at the Catholic church at Fort Monroe.