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“Damn,” exclaimed Knox.
Building Q was just up ahead.
Knox looked behind her and then back at Building Q. Then she stared up at Puller.
“So you think she passed Building Q on her way to the Bristows’?”
“She had to. And even at that time of night Building Q would have had guards posted outside.”
“Wait a minute, then some of them should have seen your mother pass by.”
“I’m sure they did.”
“And the wooded area? Why did you take a picture of that?”
“Because it would have provided cover for someone waiting to jump her. So if something happened to her, I’m betting it would have happened there. And if no one from Building Q reported seeing my mom pass by, although she would have been in full view of the perimeter guards, then whatever happened to her must be connected to Building Q.”
“And what, the guards were told to say nothing?”
“Exactly.”
“But what do you think happened?”
“Paul told us about his last victim, Audrey Moore.”
“Right. But her body was never found.”
“I checked on her. She was a chemist. And she disappeared on the same night my mother did. No one connected it because no one knew from where Moore had disappeared.”
“What are you getting at, Puller?”
He didn’t answer for a long moment. “My mother was taken because she saw Audrey Moore being killed by Paul.”
Now Knox seemed unable to find her voice.
Finally she said, “But Moore’s body was never found. All the others were.”
“That’s because he didn’t have time to dump her body.”
“You think your mother frightened him away?”
“No. I don’t think anything could frighten that guy. I think Paul had to run for it because he was interrupted by people who could kill him or imprison him. Again.”
“Building Q. Claire Jericho!”
Puller nodded. “Paul never saw my mother. He never laid a hand on her. It was the people from Building Q. She saw things she couldn’t possibly be allowed to tell anyone.”
Knox let out a gasp. “So you’re saying she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time?”
Puller nodded. “Yeah.”
Knox’s brow furrowed. “And Bristow? When she never showed up at the Bristows’ he probably assumed she didn’t care about him.”
“And he killed himself,” finished Puller.
“The problem is, how do we prove any of this? We’d need a miracle.”
“Maybe I have a way to get one.”
He pulled out his phone and punched in a number.
Anne Shepard, the recently fired scientist from Atalanta Group, answered on the second ring. She did not seem pleased to hear from him.
“You promised me that if I helped you—” she began.
“I had nothing to do with your being fired,” interjected Puller. “That was all Claire Jericho’s doing. I never even talked to anyone at Atalanta Group. Then she called me in and told me she had fired you. She must have found out some other way.”
“Well, either way, I’m out of a job.”
“Maybe I help you, you help me.”
“How?”
Puller arranged for them to meet Shepard at a café in Hampton. She was waiting for them at a back table.
He sat down across from her with Knox next to him. They ordered coffees and Puller plunged right in.
“Do you know the owner of the Grunt, Helen Myers?”
“No.”
“But you knew Quentin had the room upstairs?”
“Well, yeah. I wasn’t the only one who knew that. He would bring other people from the company there sometimes. In addition to the ladies.”
Knox said, “Did they ever tell you what went on up there?”
She looked at Knox. “I don’t know who you are.”
Knox pulled out her official creds.
Shepard’s jaw dropped and she assumed a more contrite expression. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
“Did anyone at Atalanta Group ever talk about what went on up there?” Knox asked again.
“Some of the women. It seemed like only the really good-looking ones got to go with Josh. I never made the cut.”
“And what did they say?”
“That things got a little wild. Too much alcohol.”
“Drugs?”
“No, they never mentioned that, but then they probably wouldn’t have. They have contracts too that forbid that.”
“They forbid too much alcohol too,” noted Puller.
“Yeah, you pointed that out to me already,” said Shepard sarcastically.
“Sex?” asked Knox.
“There was some, yeah.”
“The women and Quentin?”
“No one ever said they’d had sex with Quentin. But there was a bedroom and couples would slip off there. It was all consensual,” she added hastily. “And no one was paying for sex.”
“Did any of your friends ever mention Myers coming into the room?”
Shepard thought about this. “Once,” she said. “It was kind of weird.”
“What was?”
“Well, my friend said that Quentin spent a lot of time with her.”
“Well, so what? Maybe they’re friends.”
“Yeah, but Quentin likes the young babes.”
Puller took out his phone and showed Shepard the screen grabs he’d taken from the laptop of the man who’d met with Myers at the Williamsburg Inn.
“Look familiar?”
Shepard gasped. “Where did you get these?”
“Never mind. Just tell me what they are.”
“They’re stuff Atalanta Group was working on.”
“Cell mutation? Organ regeneration? I thought you were into exoskeletons and liquid armor, for the military.”
“I am, but we have a number of related projects. And in the past I worked on those two.”
“Cell mutation?” said Knox. “How does that help the military?”
“Well, cell mutation isn’t always a bad thing, like with cancer. There are lots of positive attributes to the technology. For instance, it can be used to help soldiers heal faster by bulking up levels of white blood cells.”
Puller thought about this and something seemed to click in his head. “Would any of this have a commercial application, outside the military?”
“Oh yes. Take the cell mutation. They can be engineered so you can live off your fat more efficiently. You do that, the forty-billion-dollar weight loss industry disappears. With regeneration you can heal faster, have a better immune system. We can take on Alzheimer’s and heart disease. Old people can potentially have the energy, physical, and cognitive levels of the young. Pain blockers that last up to a month. The health care industry is a three-trillion-dollar beast. Some of this stuff could make people wealthy. I mean Bill Gates wealthy.”
“But not Atalanta Group?” asked Puller.
“Well, we’re a military support contractor. And you know the military isn’t really permitted to pursue commercialization of products.”
