Building Q was across the street. He was hidden in a large clump of bushes.

 

He had decided he would stay here until he saw Claire Jericho walk either in or

out of the place. And when she did he knew exactly what he was going to do.

 

If she didn’t, he was going to head to North Carolina and torture Josh Quentin

until he had what he needed to get to Jericho.

 

It was getting dark now and he had watched workers leaving over the course of

about two hours.

 

Jericho and Josh Quentin were not among them.

 

The guards made their patrols and Rogers kept his vigil.

 

Then around nine o’clock he saw the car pull down the street, pass his hiding

place, and turn into the gate. It was directed to a parking space next to the

gate.

 

He tensed as the two people got out.

 

One was the tall guy. Puller with CID. An Army cop. He was with a woman. They

were led into the building by a guard. “Son of a bitch,” muttered Rogers. So

Puller was working with them. He was probably reporting to Jericho right now his

interaction with Rogers, his dismantling of a team of killers at the bar.