man.

 

Myers started to say something but then stopped. She glanced at Davis.

 

Puller looked at her. “You want to get in on the deal too, or are you going to

let your friend here get all the goodies?” “Ballard’s dead,” said Davis. “He was

dead before I came on board.” “How did he die?” asked Knox. “Natural causes?”

“If you call a bullet to the head natural causes.” “And who killed him?”

“Jericho, at least I think. I wasn’t there. Josh thought it was her.” “And how

did you get involved?” “I already told you that. Through Josh.” She eyed Rogers.

“I told you we went way back, right?” Rogers nodded, his gaze steadily on her.

“He was a dick and a crook. That’s why Jericho hired him. Then he brought me on

to babysit the old guys.” “Josh was a good man,” interjected Myers. “Bullshit.”

“How does a crook get a security clearance to work for a defense contractor on

classified work?” asked Knox.

 

Davis said, “Jericho. She pushed it through, I bet. And you know how many ways

there are to beat a polygraph? And what, we haven’t had spies in the ranks

before?” “You sound like you know about stuff like that,” said Puller. “What’s

your background?” “I’m just a party girl who learns fast and thinks quick on her

feet.” “Right,” said a skeptical Puller. “But why kill Ballard?” Davis was

crossing and uncrossing her legs. “You can go and pee if you need to,” Knox

said.

 

Davis jumped up. “Thanks.” She hurried off to the bathroom.