Had Jericho been the “she” Davis had mentioned to Josh Quentin? The woman on the

Falcon jet?

 

He touched the top of his head; his eye closed against the sudden, jarring pain.

 

Was I really that close to her?

 

He left the bedroom and walked into the office. He started going through papers,

careful to put things back exactly as they were. He took some pictures of pages

with the camera on his phone. He looked through the binders on the shelf and did

the same with certain pages there.

 

Finished with that, he had one more thing left to do.

 

He walked back into the bedroom and lifted Ballard out of the bed as though he

weighed nothing. And to Rogers the man did weigh nothing. And was nothing.

Certainly not someone deserving of a life filled only with luxury.

 

He carried him over to the window that was set against one wall, put the

unconscious old man down, and opened it. He peered out.

 

There was no one down there. The ground was cobblestone, as was the entire

interior courtyard.

 

He stood Ballard up, gripped his shoulder and the back of his pajama trousers,