And they died.

 

Yet it also made you weaker in some ways, because it made you less

compassionate, less able to forgive. Puller knew he suffered from that, but

there appeared to be little he could do about it now.

 

He sat back down in his chair.

 

What the VP had told him tonight had unnerved him.

 

Don’t trust anyone.

 

Not even the VP.

 

Not even his brother.

 

On any level it was a stunning revelation.

 

His phone rang.

 

He glanced at the screen.

 

His brother was calling.