“Okay.”
“And the woman’s name is Helen Myers. She owns a bar called the Grunt in Hampton.”
“Send me the stuff and I’ll see what I can find.”
Robert gave him a secure site to send the photos to.
“Okay. But this Paul guy said he didn’t remember seeing Mom?”
“That’s right.”
“Do you believe him?” asked Robert.
“Yeah. He basically confessed to killing five women. What was one more?”
“I suppose.”
“You said there was unauthorized satellite use. Can you trace it? Can you tell if they were able to remotely take control of my car? I know that’s possible.”
“If someone was good enough to hijack one of our birds, they’re sophisticated enough to cover their tracks. We might be able to reverse engineer a trail from your car’s computer.”
“Doubtful. It’s under thirty feet of water. I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do to the rental car company.”
“You really think it was Jericho?”
“Five minutes after leaving her and talking in our car about not abandoning the case, someone drives my car into the channel? Let’s not make this too complicated.”
“One thing is really puzzling me,” said Robert.
“Just one? You’re way ahead of me, then.”
“Paul said he killed Chris Ballard. Or who he thought was Chris Ballard.”
“That’s what he said.”
“And he couldn’t have been mistaken?” asked Robert.
“He said he threw the old guy headfirst out a four-story window.”
“Then it was a double.”
“Right, maybe for security reasons.”
Robert said, “Ballard could afford enough security to keep would-be murderers out of his fortress on the beach. If he felt so insecure in his protection that he thought he needed a double handy to take on a potential attacker, then he should have just spent the money on a new protection team.”
“So what can you do with that?”
“I can dig, that’s what,” replied his brother.
“You mentioned the fortress on a beach. I didn’t tell you that.”
“I have access to satellites, little brother. And Ballard, though retired, personally owns a slew of patents that are very important to our defense efforts.”
“Is there any connection between his old company and Atalanta?”
“I’ll check.”
“When do you think you might have something for me?”
“When I know, you’ll know. And John?”
“Yeah?”
“Every flank you have is exposed and no reinforcements are being dialed up. You’re rolling solo, bro.”
Puller glanced over at Knox, who had clearly heard this.
“Copy that,” said Puller. It was pretty much the same thing his CO, Don White, had previously told him.
He clicked off and looked at Knox.
She smiled weakly. “Well, the good news is we’re still alive.”
“And the bad news is that’s all the good news we have,” replied Puller.
Chapter
56
SIX HOURS.
He counted down the bedrooms, passing the one where Davis and Quentin had screwed each other’s brains out. Now that he had slept with Davis that memory caused him anger. He wanted to share nothing with Josh Quentin.
There was a light from under the partially open door on the last room on the hall.
Rogers crept there, knelt, and put an eye to the crevice.
Myers was just finishing undressing.
She undid a clasp at the back of her hair and it cascaded down to her freckled shoulders. She stretched and Rogers could see small clusters of muscles in her arms and back. Then she disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.