Puller cuffed the two men and then ran to the back of the SUV and threw open the

doors. Rogers looked at him groggily. “What are you doing here?” “Saving your

butt. Can you walk?” Rogers shook his head. “Temporary nerve blockers.” Puller

hefted Rogers over his shoulder and carried him to their car and put him in the

backseat, buckling him in. “Hey!” screamed one of the cuffed men on the ground.

“What about us?” “Hire a good lawyer,” replied Knox.

 

Puller managed to disentangle the bumpers and then he pointed the vehicle back

toward Virginia.

 

From the backseat Rogers said, “They took Josh Quentin and Helen Myers. They

were with me when Jericho came and gassed me.” “Why were they with you?” asked

Puller. “I wanted to use them to get to Jericho. But she tricked me. She took me

somewhere and performed all these tests on me. She wants to figure out what went

wrong and then restart the program. She’s fucking nuts.” “Where were you when

she took you?” asked Knox. “At Quentin’s, or now I know it’s Myers’s beach

house. You know where that is?” Puller nodded. “Yeah, but what time was that?”

“Around eight in the morning.” “We got there at nine and searched the place.

There was no one there. But we did see Myers’s and Quentin’s cars in the

garage.” His phone buzzed. It was his brother.

 

Puller took a couple minutes filling him in, but it appeared his brother was

just waiting for him to finish before conveying his own information. “We just

found out something,” said Robert. “What?” “Josh Quentin’s body washed ashore on