talk to me, of course. And other people who knew your mother. Your father was

out of the country, if I remember correctly.” Puller did not tell her that this

was now known not to be the case. “Do you know anything that might have

explained what happened?” he asked. “Something she might have told you that

didn’t seem important at the time?” “They asked me the same sort of questions

back then. I really didn’t. And over the years I’ve thought about it from time

to time, but nothing pertinent ever occurred to me.” “Carol Powers said that my

mom was all dressed up that night.

 

Like she was going somewhere special. Do you know where that might have been?”

“No, I really don’t. She sometimes went out to dinner with some of the gals. But

she usually didn’t dress up for that. How was she dressed exactly?” Puller told

her what Carol had told him.

 

She shook her head. “That sounds like her Sunday best.” “I guess it does.” “I’m

sorry I can’t be more helpful. But I just don’t know what she might have been

doing. It was just a typical Saturday night as far as I was concerned.” Puller

asked a few more questions and then thanked her and left.

 

He sat out in his car for a few minutes pondering all of it.

 

Then it clicked.

 

He put the car in gear and pulled off, heading back to Fort Monroe.