remember her?” asked Puller.

 

Rogers put the picture back into the wallet and stuffed it back into Puller’s

jacket. “I never saw her. And I would have remembered her.” Puller gave an

imperceptible sigh of relief. “So these other women worked with you?” Rogers

said nothing.

 

Puller said, “This was three decades ago. Why are you back here now?”

“Unfinished business.” “Claire Jericho?” “Unfinished business.” “We’re not

working with her. If anything, we’re working against her.” “But you’re also

looking into the murders of those women.” “Did you kill them?” Puller asked.

 

Rogers rose. “I need to decide what to do with you two. But no decision is going

to turn out right for you.” “So you saved us to kill us?” asked Knox. “How does

that make sense?” “You think any of this is supposed to make sense?” Rogers

paused. “Was Jericho really in Building Q tonight?” “Yes,” replied Puller. “And

she tried to kill you?” “Yes. But I doubt there’s any way we can prove she

hacked into my car’s computer.” Knox said, “What did they do to you, Paul?” “Why

do you give a fuck?” snarled Rogers. “It’s our job to give a fuck,” barked

Puller.

 

Rogers rubbed the back of his head again. “I…I was the test.” “The test? For a

super soldier thirty years ago?” Rogers nodded dumbly. “Was Jericho in charge of

the program?” asked Knox.