the Outer Banks this afternoon.” Puller sucked in a quick breath. “Homicide?”

“Clearly.” “Cause of death?” “Appears his skull was crushed in.” He paused.

“Maybe like some of the dead women.” Puller glanced in the rearview at Rogers.

“Thanks for the info, Bobby.” “What are you going to do with him?” “Right now,

I’m not sure.”

 

Chapter 66

 

PULLER CLOSED THE curtains in the motel room in Hampton and turned back to

Rogers, who was lying on the bed, still immobilized.

 

Knox was sitting in a chair next to the bed, gun in hand. Puller had filled her

in on what his brother had told him.

 

Rogers eyed them. “What is it?” Puller told him about Josh Quentin. “I didn’t do

it.” “And we should just accept that as gospel?” retorted Knox, gripping her

pistol.

 

His gaze drifted to the gun. “Aim for the head or the heart.

 

Otherwise it won’t stop me.” “Son of a bitch,” said Knox, shaking her head.

“This is like sci-fi.” Puller sat down in another chair and faced Rogers. “Okay,

we need to have a come-to-Jesus meeting. Where have you been all these years?”

“Wandered around. Did some really bad shit but didn’t get caught.