get a handle on where they are right now.” “Sounds like a plan,” said his

brother.

 

The line went dead. Puller glanced over at Knox. She was working away on her

phone. “Got any databases that will help us?” “I’m doing my best,” said Knox.

“Well, let’s try an obvious place first.” He tossed her the ripped jeans. She

sat up and started to pull them on. Puller watched as her legs slipped into

them. She stopped with the pants halfway up her thighs and looked at him.

“What?” “Nothing.” He quickly turned around and fumbled with his knapsack. * * *

They drove to the Grunt. “No one’s going to be there this early,” pointed out

Knox as they walked down the alley toward the bar. “I don’t care. I’ll break

inside and look around.” However, as they approached the front of the bar they

saw a light on inside. Puller knocked and the door was answered a few moments

later by a young man. “Can I help you?” Puller flashed his creds. “I was here

the night of the shooting. You were working behind the bar, I think.” “That’s

right. I remember you.” “What are you doing here this early?” “Ms. Myers asked

me to come in when the police released the bar. I’m just checking on stuff,

cleaning up.” “Thinking about reopening?” asked Knox. “That will be up to Ms.

Myers.” “Speaking of, any idea where she is?” The man shook his head. “She has a

house in town, but I know she’s not there. It’s on the way here. When I passed

it the place was dark and her car was gone.” “She have another place?” asked

Puller. “Yeah, a beach house in North Carolina. She might be there. It’s only a

couple hours away.” “You have the address?” “I do, but I don’t think I should

give it out.” Puller held up his creds again. “It says United States Army. We’re

the good guys. And she might be in danger. We think she might have been the