car submerged in thirty feet of water.

 

The hands lifted him up and turned him around so the men were facing each other.

 

He looked up into the countenance of Paul Rogers, though he only knew the man as

Paul.

 

Rogers’s features were rigid, though Puller could see momentary flashes of pain,

represented by grimaces, flit across the man’s features. “You got us out of the

water,” said Puller.

 

Rogers rubbed the back of his head but said nothing. “My car went out of

control. It was driving itself. Drove us right into the water.” Rogers continued

to rub the back of his head as Knox stirred, her eyelids fluttered and then

opened fully. She saw Puller, then Rogers, and then looked down at the ropes

binding her. “Paul saved us,” Puller said.

 

Knox processed this and nodded. She too could see the look on Rogers’s face and

knew that Puller was trying to keep things calm, trying to keep Rogers calm.

“Thank you,” she said.

 

Rogers moved his hand away from his head and sat there on his haunches. “You

work for her, don’t you?” said Rogers. “Who?” asked Puller.

 

Rogers slammed his fist into the side of the van next to Puller’s head and drove