breath and stared at him. “How do you know that?” “I just know.” “But why would

anyone want to kill you?” “Because I am what I am, and she is who she is.” “Who

is this person?” “Claire Jericho.” He watched her closely for a reaction to the

name. And got it. “So you know her?” “She works with Josh. Is she the person you

want to find?” He nodded. “Why?” “She made me.” “Excuse me?” In answer Rogers

took off his shirt. When Myers saw the scars she slumped back against the wall.

“Omigod. What…Omigod.” “She made me,” he said again.

 

She started to tear up. “I’m so sorry, Paul. I—” He cut in, “You can help me.”

“How?” “You can help me get to her.” “How!” she wailed. “Through Quentin.” “I

don’t know how to do that.” “You just need to acquire the target. I’ll take it

from there.” “Look,” she pleaded, “I really don’t want to be involved.” He

gripped her shoulder. “You already are involved. Now compose yourself and then

contact him. Tell him you want to meet.

 

Here.” “What reason would I give?” “I’ll leave that to you. Come up with a good

one. And I’ll be watching while you do it.” “And if he doesn’t come?” He

squeezed her shoulder just enough to make her wince. “You better pray to God

that he does. Because I’m running out of time and patience.”

 

Chapter 57

 

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While Robert Puller was digging, his brother was doing the same thing.