a dent three inches deep into the metal. He removed his bleeding hand from the

pit he’d created and looked back at Puller.

 

Knox looked desperately at Puller, but he kept his gaze directly on Rogers. “We

met with a woman named Claire Jericho because she called and told us she wanted

to meet.” Rogers inched closer to Puller so their noses were barely centimeters

apart. “Why would she want to meet with you unless you were working for her?”

“To tell us to back off our investigation. And if we didn’t that something bad

would happen to us.” Something occurred to Puller and he glanced at Knox. “They

bugged my car. They heard me tell you that I was going to continue the

investigation.” “And they remotely took over the car and ran us right into the

channel,” added Knox. “They tried to kill you?” said Rogers.

 

Puller said, “Well, I didn’t drive myself into the water to die.” Rogers sat

back against a shelving unit built into the interior wall of the van.

 

Puller said, “You know Claire Jericho?” Remaining silent, Rogers nodded. “From a

long time ago?” asked Puller.

 

Rogers glanced up at him.

 

Puller said, “I think she also tried to kill you. I mean very recently.

 

At the Grunt.” Rogers kept his gaze on Puller. “Those guys who attacked the bar?

I don’t see them doing what they did that night unless they were paid to do it.