target for the shooters.” “Omigod, really?” “Really. The address?” They left the

Grunt a minute later with a piece of paper with the beach house address. They

got into the car and Puller drove off.

 

Knox was looking at her phone. She hit some keys, plugging in the address. “The

guy was right, it’s only about two hours from here. And there’s something else.”

“What?” “This address is only about thirty minutes from Ballard’s estate.”

“Interesting and probably not a coincidence.” “You think Myers is working with

Ballard?” said Knox. “Why would Ballard steal his own secrets and hand them off

to this Charpentier guy?” “Crap. This case is a real mess.” “And getting messier

all the time.”

 

Chapter 62

 

ONE BREATH, TWO breaths, three breaths.

 

Myers was asleep, still tied up in the chair. Her head drooped on to her chest,

her hair hanging limp. She mumbled sometimes but he couldn’t make out any words.

 

Josh Quentin was asleep too, and, like Myers, bound to another chair.

 

They had gotten a text back last night from Jericho that she was busy but would

be able to meet with them in the morning. The important thing was she was coming

here. And he knew exactly how he was going to kill her.