And the only thing worth killing there was you.” Rogers eyed him suspiciously.

“Why do you care?” “We know about the four women who were killed,” said Knox.

“And their bodies buried around this area.” “Five,” said Rogers. “It was five

women, not four.” Puller went rigid and Knox gave him a nervous glance. “Five?”

said Knox. “But only four bodies were ever discovered.” “They took her. They

took the fifth one.” “Where was this?” asked Puller. “Fort Monroe.” “Who took

her?” asked Knox. “Them! They took her.” “Did you kill those women?” asked Knox.

 

Rogers said nothing. He just sat there taking measured breaths, his head bowed,

his hands clasped in front of him. “Did you know that her name was Jackie

Puller?” asked Knox. “The fifth person that was killed?” Rogers looked at her

from under hooded eyes. “No, it wasn’t.” Puller stiffened some more and then

relaxed. “Then who was it?” he asked. “What was her name?” “Audrey Moore.” “Why

did you kill her?” asked Puller. “Who said I did?” Rogers said sharply.

“Assuming that you did, would it have been random?” Rogers started to rub the

spot on his head again.

 

Puller licked his lips and said, “Do you know what happened to Jackie Puller?”

“She has your last name. Who was she to you?” “My mother.” “None of the women

were mothers.” “In my wallet there’s a picture of her from the investigation

file.

 

Can you look and tell me if you ever saw her around here?” “Why do you think I

care?” “Will you just please do it? Please?” Rogers stared at him for a few

moments and then took the damp wallet out and found the picture. “Do you