Jericho would know now that Rogers had returned.

 

Puller and the woman were spies for her.

 

Rogers rubbed at the spot on his head so hard that he could feel some of his

scalp peel away. It started to bleed. He took no note of it.

 

It didn’t matter.

 

He settled back in his hiding place and waited.

 

Less than thirty minutes later, Puller and the woman came out and got into the

car. They didn’t drive off right away but just sat there.

 

Rogers couldn’t see their expressions from this distance, but he figured they

must be feeling pretty good right about now. He imagined Jericho rewarding them

somehow for having put her on to him.

 

He ran to his van and climbed in when they started their vehicle.

 

He dropped in behind them with his headlights off as they passed by where his

van was parked, hidden by the corner of a building.

 

They drove out the main road leading out of the fort.