father in that way.” “Why would I want to get back at him?” “You described your

relationship as a tank battle. That hardly seems friendly.” “So what? Many

people don’t agree on things. That doesn’t mean they all run out and try to

injure each other.” “Granted, but you strike me as the petty sort who would turn

any criticism, no matter how minor, into a vendetta.” “You’re being tiresome,”

replied Jericho, starting to shuffle some papers on her desk.

 

Puller continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “And when my father didn’t see eye

to eye with someone it was never a minor thing.

 

He probably got right in your face and said things that you found unforgivable.

So, considering your vindictive nature, you were probably thrilled to have

caused him great personal pain, even if he didn’t know its source.” She set

aside the papers and gazed steadily at him. “Let me remind you that Rogers was

the monster, not me. He was the killer, not me.” Robert said imperturbably, “You

created it. But we can agree to disagree on that point. But no communication?

Not even anonymously, that would have given her family, my family some closure?”

“It never occurred to me,” she said bluntly. “No, I imagine it wouldn’t.” “I was

simply doing my job.” “So your job was stealing secrets from the government and

selling them to a foreign agent for your own personal gain?” She wearily shook

her head. “Tiresome again, Robert. Do you have any proof whatsoever?” “We did.

But they’re both dead. Josh Quentin, I’m sure, at your hands.” “I will put your

unfortunate remarks down to your unstable emotional state. But any more talk

like that and I will not agree to let your brother walk away from this

unscathed. I hope I make myself clear on that point.” “Actually, I’ve said all I