places for sports and other stuff. Then Bobby went off to the Air Force Academy,

and two years later I went to college.” They fell silent and both stared up at

the house. “So don’t you think you should go in?” she asked.

 

He glanced at her. “Why?” “Well, it might jog something in your memory that

could help us.” “Knox, I don’t remember anything—” Puller stopped and looked out

the car window. “What?” asked Knox.

 

Puller was thinking about all the things he hadn’t remembered from that night,

until his brother had set him straight. “I…I seemed to have some selective

memories from back then,” he said. “Then we should go in.” “It’s locked up.”

“I’m not sure that’s ever stopped you before.” He looked at her. “Well, I know

it’s never stopped you before.

 

Since I’ve seen you pick a lock on a house, go in, and shoot the person inside.”

“That’s hardly fair, since she was trying to kill me.” Puller opened the car

door. “Let’s go.” They approached from the front, and because the street was

empty, Puller allowed Knox to quickly pick the door lock. They stepped inside

and Puller closed the door behind them as Knox put away her pick tools. He

looked around while Knox watched him closely. “Changed much?” He shook his head.

“The Army’s not much into decoration. The bones stay pretty much the same. You

can change the paint, but when you leave you have to put it back to Army cream

white. SOP.” There was no furniture left in the house. That made it seem bigger

to Puller than it actually had been.