What would folks do to prevent that?

 

Pretty much anything they have to.

 

He got a room at a motel, paying in cash. He’d had to use a credit card for the

rental because there was no other way. They could track him that way, but he

needed wheels. He hunkered down for the night while he thought over everything

Knox had told him.

 

He was tempted to call his brother but didn’t want to do anything that might get

Bobby put back in jail.

 

He ate breakfast the next morning at a place near the motel. After that he drove

straight to Fort Monroe, parked, and hoofed it the rest of the way on foot.

 

He had a map of the fort and quickly located Building Q.

 

The first thing he noted was that it was obviously still active. The parking lot

was full, the perimeter fenced and guarded. People came and went. Trucks

arrived, unloaded or loaded, and left.

 

What he couldn’t see was what the hell they were doing inside there.

 

Over the hours he watched many people come and go. Some were older. Some