He crossed the lobby and walked outside. It didn’t take him long to find her.

That was because she drove up in a black sedan.

 

She rolled down the window as he looked at her. “What are you doing?” he said.

“At the present moment, saving your ass. Get in.” “My duffel’s in my car.” “No

it’s not. It’s in my trunk.” “The key is in my pocket.” “I don’t need a key,”

she said. “Just get in.” “Why not take my car?” “It’s tainted goods, Puller.”

“You mean they’re tracking it?” “I’ll explain. Get in!” He threw his bag into

the back and climbed into the passenger seat.

 

She hit the gas and they shot out of the parking lot. “What the hell is going

on, Knox?” “I’ll tell you what I know, but you’re not going to believe a word of

it.”

 

Chapter 37

 

ROGERS HAD KEPT checking the rearview all the way back to where he was staying.

 

There had been a car back there. It had been at the first dumpsite, and then

he’d spotted it at the third and the fourth sites.

 

Then he had driven straight to the interstate.

 

He cursed himself for going to where the bodies had been. But the thing in his

head had made him do it. And the thing in his head, he had found, could make him