“Because we think the killer might be connected to the military in some way.

Perhaps to this installation.” “This is no longer a military installation.” “But

back then it was. And this building was operational back then, wasn’t it?” “This

connection, do you have any idea what it might be?” Knox looked at her, bemused.

“It’s an ongoing investigation. I’m not at liberty to speak about details.”

Jericho let out a small sigh. “I rather hoped this would not be necessary, but I

see that it is.” She focused on Puller. “There is no investigation. Neither of

you have been authorized to perform any such investigation having to do with any

murders that may or may not be connected to this installation.” “And how could

you possibly know that?” asked Knox.

 

Jericho continued to stare at Puller. “I would have hoped, Agent Puller, that

you would have had more respect for the institution for which you wear the

uniform than to try to smear its reputation in a misguided attempt to clear your

father of murdering your mother.” Puller said nothing, while Knox glanced back

and forth between the two.

 

Jericho continued, “It gives me no pleasure to have to say these things to you.

I am aware of your father’s current condition. I know of the allegations made by

Lynda Demirjian. I know that your father arrived back in this country a day

before he told authorities he did. I make no judgment on his guilt or innocence.

I would hope that he is innocent, though, because his heroism while in uniform

is indisputable. And one Puller being in prison was one more than necessary,

wasn’t it?” “My brother was cleared of all charges,” said Puller tightly. “He

was wrongfully convicted.” “And his exoneration was due largely, I am told, to