Knox. “I remember seeing it.” “What I can’t figure out is how Rogers found out

where Jericho lived. It was classified. Bobby couldn’t figure it out either.”

“Well, he was a resourceful guy. I guess he found a way. But what does it matter

now?” Before Puller could say anything Knox added, “Now, let’s move on to

something else.” She pulled an envelope from her pocket.

 

He looked at it and then glanced at her. “Don’t tell me those are two plane

tickets to Rome?” “Okay, I won’t, because they’re not. They’re two tickets to a

Nats baseball game. And I’ll spring for the hot dogs and beer too.” He smiled.

“The theory being start small?” “Considering who we are, I think it’s best.” She

leaned across the table and kissed him. “So does this mean no more secrets?” She

eyed him directly. “Can anyone ever promise that, Puller?” He considered this.

“I guess not.” They took a walk around the neighborhood with Knox’s hand slipped

inside his. When she looked at him he seemed lost in thought. “What’s going on

up there?” she asked. “Just wondering where Rogers is.” She nodded. “Wherever he

is, I wish him a better life than the one he’s had so far.” * * * The car pulled

up to the shack at the end of the dirt road.

 

The woman got out and walked up to the door. It opened before she got to it.

 

Suzanne Davis looked at Paul Rogers. He was pale and thin and rubbing the back

of his head. “You ready?” she asked. “You sure about this?” he said. “You ask me

that again, I’m going to shoot you in the nuts. And I don’t care if you can’t

feel pain, that’s still going to hurt mentally.” They walked out to her car and

climbed in. “Where to?” asked Rogers. “I just feel like driving until I stop