He dropped his phone, lay back on the bed, and closed his eyes.

 

His lifetime of bad luck might have just turned to pure gold.

 

It was about damn time, he thought.

 

Claire Jericho was apparently up to her old tricks.

 

Chapter 23

 

PULLER HAD JUST walked into the lobby of the hotel where they were both staying.

Knox was standing there, holding two cups of coffee from Starbucks. She handed

one to him. “Just like you like it.” He took a sip. “Thanks.” “Okay, Rooney

pretty much said your dad was innocent. So now what?” “Goal hasn’t changed. We

need to keep digging until we get to the truth.” “Okay, but sometimes the truth

does not set you free, Puller.” She had followed him outside and over to his

car.

 

He took out his keys and jingled them in his hand. “And what is that supposed to

mean?” “It’s nothing I haven’t told you before,” she replied. “Despite what some

people say, it’s not always best to know versus not know.” He put his elbows on

the Malibu’s roof and scowled at her. “So if it was your mother, you’d rather

not know what happened to her?

 

Whether she’s dead or not?” Knox looked away from him but said, “If it were me I