In his motel room he was tapping away at the keys on his computer.

 

He had no idea of the hour.

 

Knox had fallen asleep on the bed.

 

But Puller was not tired.

 

He was pissed.

 

And when he got pissed, he worked even harder.

 

Right now he was doing something he should have done earlier.

 

Seen if anything unusual had happened at Fort Monroe around the time his mother

disappeared. Anything out of the ordinary that might be tied to that

disappearance. There might be nothing, certainly. But right now he would take

anything.

 

He had gone through pretty much every possible event, and there weren’t many,

when his gaze froze on the name.

 

He checked the date.