He had reached the perimeter wall when he heard someone open the window he’d

just come through.

 

He was over the wall by the time the person looked out and saw… nothing.

 

Rogers hit the dirt on the other side and started to sprint.

 

He was back in his room in Hampton exactly two hours later.

 

He sat on his bed, took out his phone, and looked at some of the pictures he’d

taken.

 

One was of Claire Jericho and Chris Ballard. Ballard wasn’t as old as he had

been tonight, but the man was still probably in his late seventies. So Jericho

was alive. Or at least had been when this picture was taken.

 

Impulsively, he grabbed his keys and headed out.

 

He had a place he had to see. Places, in fact.

 

And he had to see them right now.

 

Chapter 35