No Man's Land (John Puller 4)
“It could be the case, Puller.”
“But it wasn’t like they were injected with some super-secret new poison as guinea pigs and died from that. They were attacked and murdered, Knox. By someone!”
“I read the reports, Puller. And I’m sitting right next to you, so you don’t have to shout.”
He thumped the dashboard and looked out the window. “And my mother? How is she connected to this?”
“She may have been the fifth victim.”
He turned to stare at her dully. “Did your friend tell you that?”
“No, he didn’t actually know about Jackie Puller’s disappearance. That’s just speculation on my part.”
“We need more than speculation.”
“Well, let’s see where this all logically leads us. Your mother disappeared from Fort Monroe. Building Q is located there. Whatever happened to those four women seems to have emanated from Fort Monroe. Your mother disappears right in the middle of all that and is never seen again. Just a coincidence?” she added sarcastically.
“No, probably not.”
“So if a government project went haywire and resulted in four, or five, murders—including the wife of a one-star no less—that means there was a cover-up of massive proportions.”
Puller said, “Do you think the women could have been killed by someone on our side, and then it was all made to look like a serial killer’s work?”
“For what reason?”
Puller said, “The women might have known something incriminating. They might have all had a connection to Building Q.”
“Well, that’s something we’ll never know, since their places of employment had been deleted from their files. But remember what the Williamsburg homicide detectives said about the injuries. Like an animal, only human. Crushing.”
“So maybe the disturbing and classified research at B
uilding Q thirty years ago had to do with building some sort of…”
“Fighting super freak?” suggested Knox.
“Yeah.”
She hiked her eyebrows. “This is all speculation, Puller.”
“That’s all we have, Knox! Speculation! That’s what happens when you have no damn facts to work with. But my theory is no more out there than yours. You think a cover-up happened at very high levels. That’s why your friend clammed up.”
She looked down at her hand and then up at him. “I’m not used to having my side against me.”
“You think I am?”
“This is scaring the crap out of me, Puller.”
“Okay, let’s get back to investigative basics. We have some facts to work with. Something happened at Fort Monroe in Building Q. The results of that were four women being murdered, and the powers that be covered it up. And if that is the case, the powers that be are probably no longer in power. They might be dead after thirty years.”
Knox shook her head. “Even if they are, there is no way the government wants this to come out. Think about what it would do to current projects. Even if these guys aren’t around, it would ruin their reputations. And some of them might still be around. And in power.”
“Which would explain the stonewalling, the shuttered investigations, Hull and me getting pulled off the case. They don’t want it to be solved.”
“Four murders unresolved,” said Knox. “Four families with no closure because someone’s rep might take a hit.”
“Five families, maybe,” said Puller quietly.
“Yeah, maybe five,” she replied, looking at him closely. “I know how hard this must be for you.”
They were both silent for a while until Knox said, “So how and where do we start?”
“I told Shireen Kirk to get the hell out of Dodge.”
“Why?”
“For the same reason I’m telling you to do the same thing.”
“You’re not serious?” she said, obviously stunned.
“I’m very serious, Knox. I have a reason to follow this up. You don’t. I’m not going to let you put your career and maybe your life on the line for this. You nearly died already helping me and my brother. I’m not going to risk that happening to you again.”
“Puller, I’m already involved. I’m already here.”
“I appreciate what you told me. It gives me a place to start. But it’s just going to be me from now on.”
“Puller!”
He opened the car door, took out his duffel, popped the trunk, grabbed his investigation bag, hoisted them over his shoulders, and leaned back into the open car door.
“Thanks, Knox. I owe you.”
“John, please don’t do this.”
He pushed the car door closed with his knee and set off down the sidewalk.
Chapter
39
ROGERS ASSUMED HIS post outside where the line was already fifty deep. The IDs came out and his work began.
Two hours later the stretch limo arrived and out popped Josh Quentin and what looked to be the very same entourage. With one significant addition.
Suzanne Davis was there in a tight mini and crop top. He noted that her bare shoulders and arms were toned. She had a tat of a dragon on her right triceps. She had a plastic cup in hand. Rogers doubted it contained soda.
She didn’t seem to be mourning the passing of poor Chris Ballard, he observed. Neither did the smiling Quentin.
“Paul, right?” said Quentin as they approached.
Rogers nodded. “You can go right in with your group, Mr. Quentin.”
The young man slipped a hundred-dollar bill into Rogers’s hand and clapped him on the shoulder. “Good man.”
“Thank you, sir.”
Quentin squeezed Rogers’s shoulder. “Whoa, you’re solid as a rock, Paul. You work out?”
“A little.”
“I do an extreme fitness routine. It’s more a young person’s thing. Strong as you are, you might not be able to keep up. Ton of cardio.”
“I’m sure it’s too tough for me, sir.”
“Age catches up to us all.”
Davis glanced up at him as she passed by.
“Nice tat,” said Rogers.
“Nice hat,” she shot back.
At two o’clock in the morning the limo came round. Rogers held the door open as Quentin and his group came out.
Quentin pressed another hundred-dollar bill into his palm.
Rogers counted off the group and saw that Davis was not there. “Aren’t you missing one?” he asked.
“Suzanne’s passed out upstairs,” said Quentin in an annoyed tone. “I thought I’d let her sleep it off. I’ll send a car for her in the morning.”
“I can take her home, Mr. Quentin.”
“It’s in North Carolina.”
“Not a problem. I’ll just wait here until she wakes up.”
Quentin slapped him on the arm. “Thanks, Paul. I’ll email her and let her know the plan. She’ll give you the directions.”
He climbed into the limo and it pulled off.
Rogers watched it go. Either Quentin was a very trusting man or a very stupid one. He had just left an unconscious lover of his alone with a complete stranger. Or maybe he just didn’t care.
Rogers went into the bar and helped clean up. Myers and Karl had left earlier.
If anyone else knew that Davis was passed out upstairs they didn’t let on.
Then everyone else left and Rogers held the keys to the Grunt in his hand.