He had no authority to gain access to Building Q. If he tried he’d either be

thrown out on his ass or arrested. Or both.

 

Two hours passed and he had decided to drive back to his hotel and try a

different tack in solving this case when Myers came out of the building. Quentin

was not with her.

 

She drove out of the parking lot and Puller fell in behind her. She apparently

was so focused on where she was going that she never once looked back.

 

He followed her onto Interstate 64 heading west. She got off at the exit for

historic Williamsburg.

 

Puller checked his watch. It was now after eight in the morning.

 

Puller followed her to the Williamsburg Inn, a stately building a short walk

from the downtown shopping area. She opted against the valet and parked her

Beemer in the lot on the right side of the hotel’s entrance.

 

Puller did likewise and pulled out a ball cap and sunglasses and exchanged his

jacket for a blue windbreaker he kept in his duffel. He put those on just in

case she turned around and spotted him.

 

She walked past the top-hatted front doorman and into the lobby of the inn.