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“Got it”

Puller went online and accessed a secure military database He entered the name Stan Demirjian There was only one since the last naeant first class He had his military pension It was mailed out to his home like clockwork His address was in the file They lived on the outskirts of Richinia

In his ruff ruffmachines You weren’t there to be anyone’s friend

Puller hadn’t had much contact with Deht about it, he had seen far more of Mrs Demirjian than of her husband

It was a two-hour drive froo there and talk to them?

No one had told hio and talk to theent It wasn’t the best position, but at least it was so

And maybe he should before someone told him not to

The en popped into his mailbox

He drove to the CID offices at Quantico, printed thened theet rolling

He drove hounned up with his twin M11s, snagged an investigation duffel he kept in his aparted the litterbox and filled the food and water bowls of his cat, AWOL, and hit the highway

When he was on a case Puller always had a battle plan of hoas going to approach things Now he had no idea what the hell he was going to do

And if his father was guilty?

He shook his head

I can’t deal with that now I can’t deal with that ever

And yet if it came to it, Puller kneould have to

Chapter

7

PAUL ROGERS HAD risen early and driven across the West Virginia border He had stopped for dinner at a Cracker Barrel There were big buses parked in the lot, and when he went inside he saw that the place was mostly filled with senior citizens, perhaps on soe

Pilgrie He could relate

He ate alone at a table near the back of the rustic-inspired space

The weather was clear now, but he had heard on the radio that a stor rain and strong winds later that night

He looked at his map and calculated that he would arrive at his destination in the afternoon, late or early depending on how soon he got on the road and how bad the traffic was

He ate breakfast for dinner, cutting the sausage patties into four equal pieces and running the them in his mouth

In hishis plan into quadrants too and then prioritizing each one Military precision If he ever needed his training, he needed it now

He rubbed his head It had becorained that so it

He looked around the large dining room once more and noted that many of the nifying thethe war So specific units They were all very old now, the youngest of thehties Alet around They were gray, bent, but their features were proud, aniht and survived to have famented with Cracker Barrel feasts

Rogers thought, I fought the good fight too And I have nothing

Except he had a chance to ive it the best shot he possibly could

He finished hisstorm

He had soet it Fortunately, he had passed a billboard that held the answer And that would delay his reaching his destination But that was okay There would be time