the bed and rubbed the back of his head while they both gazed down at him.

 

He glanced up at them. “The nerve block wore off before we even got here.” “So

why didn’t you kill us when you had the chance?” said Puller. “And why give me

my gun back?” added Knox. “I didn’t kill Quentin.” He got up and went into the

bathroom, where they could hear him being violently sick.

 

Puller looked at Knox. “I believe him.” “So do I.” “He seems to be falling

apart.” Rogers staggered out of the bathroom a few minutes later and fell on to

the bed. “You going to be okay?” asked Puller. “No, I’m not, but I’m still going

to get Jericho.” “Quentin is dead. Maybe Myers is too. Jericho might be tying up

loose ends.” “That doesn’t mean she’s not dead. And there’s another gal too,

Suzanne Davis.” “The one who saved your life back at the bar?” said Puller.

“Jericho apparently adopted her. She was at Ballard’s. She knows what’s going on

too. She sort of babysits the old guys.” Puller glanced at Knox. “If we can get

to either of them, Myers or Davis, we could use them to nail Jericho.” “That’s a

long shot, since we don’t know where they are, or whether they’ll cooperate.”

“It’s the only shot we have.” Puller looked at Rogers. “How have you controlled

the impulse to kill over the years, Rogers?” Rogers took a chest full of air and

let it go. “At first I thought it was something that I worked through when I was

in isolation in prison.

 

But Jericho took a brain scan during her testing. She said my brain had rewired

itself both in and around the implant. So maybe that was it. I don’t know. I’m

not a scientist. I’m just the guinea pig.” “So maybe who you used to be is