process this and then a wary look came into his eyes. “You want to kill Claire?

Why?” “I have my reasons.” “Josh, don’t be crazy,” barked Myers. “Shut up,

Helen,” snapped Quentin. “I’m not giving up my life for hers.” Rogers looked at

Myers. “It’s your only way out.” “And you won’t kill us if we deliver Jericho to

you?” said Quentin. “That’s what I said.” “But we can identify you,” pointed out

Myers. “I’m not going to be around.” She looked at his pale face. “Those scars.

Are…are you dying?” Rogers didn’t answer her. He turned back to Quentin. “Where

is she?” “Not so fast,” said Quentin. “If I’m talking about my life, I need to

have some assurances.” Rogers gripped Quentin’s neck harder.

 

Quentin gasped, “Look, if you kill me you’ve got no shot at her.” Rogers relaxed

his grip. “Where is she?” “She’s in one of two places. Chris Ballard’s place

near here. Do you know where that is?” Rogers nodded. “Or at Building Q at Fort

Monroe. Do you know it?” “Intimately,” replied Rogers. “But which one?” “I can

find out. It’ll take one phone call.” Rogers was about to say something, but

Quentin added, “You can listen in. I’m not screwing around with my life, okay?”

Myers said, “Quentin, please don’t do this.” He ignored her. “But she has

security. There’s nothing I can do about that.” “That’s not your problem, it’s

mine.” Rogers held up Quentin’s phone, which he’d taken from his coat jacket.

“Text her. Tell her you need to meet her here.” “I’m not sure she’ll—” Rogers

gripped Quentin’s neck again. “Be persuasive.” Rogers watched as Quentin took

the phone, gave his message a few moments’ thought, and then started to type.

 

When he was done he looked at Rogers for approval. “Send it.” Quentin hit the

send button and Rogers took the phone away from him. “Now we wait,” he said. He