Sitting on a stool at the bar, he also provided as much information as he could

about what had happened.

 

The detective said, “There’s no ID on any of these guys. They look Eastern

European if you ask me. I’ve looked at some of their weapons and the serial

numbers have been professionally removed.

 

These guys are pros. Some kind of criminal hit team.” “Why would a professional

hit team from Eastern Europe attack a bar?” The detective shrugged. “Right now,

I couldn’t tell you. Maybe because it’s a military hangout?” Puller leaned back

in his barstool and stared off, thinking about this.

 

The detective’s words brought him out of these thoughts. “I guess it was lucky

you were here, Agent Puller.” “I really didn’t do that much. The guy you really

want to talk to is —” Puller looked around the room for Rogers.

 

The man had disappeared.

 

Puller looked over at Josh Quentin and his party. And then at Helen Myers, who

was being questioned by another detective.

 

And Davis was nowhere to be seen. “What was that?” said the detective, who had

been distracted by his partner’s calling out to him about a piece of bagged

evidence.