looked panicked. “I…I don’t know if I can do that. They might charge me with

spying or something. Or treason. I…could be executed.” “Just calm down. Nobody’s

getting executed. You have the weight of the CID behind you. We take care of the

people who help us.” He paused and considered another tack, because Shepard did

not look convinced. “Let me lay this on the line for you, Shepard. There is

something going on at Atalanta Group that smacks of espionage.” “Holy shit! Are

you serious?” “I wouldn’t be here otherwise. You noted it already. Your

suspicions about Quentin? His lack of scientific background? His coming to this

place and going to that room to do what? You telling me that’s not making you

think twice?” She nodded slowly. “You’re right. It doesn’t add up.” “And if a

spy ring is going on over there, we need to stop it. If you help me, your back

is covered. If you don’t there are no assurances and it might very well be guilt

by association when the hammer comes down. Then you’re on your own.” “Omigod!”

she exclaimed and rubbed a drop of sweat off her forehead.

 

Puller reached over and gripped her hand. “This is not my first investigation

like this. I know what I’m doing, Shepard. You just have to trust me, okay?

You’ll find out I’m a good friend to have. So, will you do it?” She finally

nodded. “I’ll do it.” They exchanged contact information.

 

Puller said, “Now go home and hit the sack. And don’t go back to that bar.” “I

won’t. I swear. Thanks.” “Are you okay to drive?” She nodded. “I am now. I don’t

think I’ve ever been this sober in my life, actually.” Puller watched her hurry

across the street, get into her car, and quickly drive off.