Puller’s unerring sense of direction led them back to their car about twenty

minutes later. They climbed inside and Knox finally let out a deep breath.

 

He looked at her. She was pale and shaken, her eyes staring straight ahead, as

though she were in a trance or on the edge of hysteria and trying desperately to

hold it together. Her face was bruised, her arm badly scraped, and her jeans and

shirt torn. “You okay?” he asked anxiously.

 

She slowly nodded. “Thanks for saving my life.” She paused. “And if you ever do

something like that to me again, I swear to God I’ll fucking kill you.”

 

Chapter 61

 

PULLER BLINKED AWAKE the next morning. He had slept in his clothes. As he sat up

he looked out the window of the motel room on the outskirts of Williamsburg,

Virginia.

 

The sun was starting to rise. The angle of light hit him in the eyes and he

turned away.

 

He heard water running. He sat up and looked around.

 

Knox was in the bathroom. They had decided to only take one room. There was

safety in numbers.