He had two possible leads to Jericho.

 

One was Josh Quentin.

 

The other was lying right in front of him.

 

Quentin worked for Atalanta, which meant he worked for Jericho.

 

And what exactly was going on in that room? Not just sex, drugs, and alcohol,

surely.

 

If he could find out? And if it was something illegal or something that Quentin

would not want to be made public he could possibly use that to get to Jericho.

 

It was a long shot, he knew. But right now all he had were long shots.

 

Davis had been adopted, or so she’d told him. Had Ballard been the one? If so,

could he use her to get to Ballard and then to Jericho?

 

He rubbed his head. But I killed Ballard. Or did I? “You look like your head

might explode.” He looked up to find Davis awake and watching him. “Just

thinking through some things.” She sat up against the headboard. “Can I help?”

“Don’t think so.” “Okay. You hungry? I’m starving.” “There’s a place around the

corner.” “Give me a couple minutes.” She washed up and put her clothes on. They

walked to the diner.