He glanced at Knox, who was staring at him. “You look hungry all of a sudden,”

he said. “I’ll have the pancakes,” she said to the waitress.

 

The woman walked off and Puller dug into his meal. As he lifted his fork to his

mouth, Knox put out a hand and gripped his arm. “Okay, Quentin is passing this

stuff to Myers and Myers to the French guy. It’s not military secrets, but it’s

obviously something valuable.” “Right. I wish I could have stopped the guy, but

I had no grounds.” “But you have his picture and the fact that he speaks French.

 

That’s something. I can get his image into a facial recognition database. It’s

not just criminals but also people of particular interest to our government. If

the guy is on that list we’ll find out who he is.” “Sounds like a start. And we

can also lean on Myers to cooperate if the database comes up zero.” “This

bouncer guy. Where is he?” “I don’t know. His name is Paul. We have his

description. We can get a BOLO out. He wanted no part of the cops.” “But do you

really think he’s the guy who murdered those women?

 

I mean, what are the odds?” “Longer than I can calculate. But that still doesn’t

mean it couldn’t happen. People do win the lottery. Maybe this is just our

turn.” “So he killed all those guys with his bare hands?” “Yes. He crushed them,

in fact.” Knox drew in a quick breath. “Like the murdered women?” “Yes.” “Did

you ask the people at the bar about him?” “I intend to. Last night was a little

chaotic.” “Right, of course. But if we can get to this Paul guy.” “Might be the

tip of the iceberg. And we’re not the only ones after him.” “What do you mean?”