upon.

 

He rubbed his face. He’d washed up at a gas station. But he’d dug a hole in his

head; it was now covered by a ball cap.

 

He sat up but immediately bent over as another jolt of pain pounded him. But the

frequency had subsided.

 

Another hour passed and he was pain free. He took a shower, put his clothes back

on, and headed out.

 

He was running out of time now.

 

Puller and the woman hadn’t mentioned that they’d told Jericho anything about

him, but they might have.

 

He tapped his ring against the car’s steering wheel.

 

For the greater good.

 

Yeah, right. If I can find you, I’ll show you the greater good, or at least my

version of it.

 

It was dark when Rogers drove south. He crossed into North Carolina and headed

on to the Outer Banks.