No Man's Land

19

WHAT ARE YOU doing here?” said a clearly stunned Puller.

Veronica Knox slid off the hood of his Malibu.

His gaze roamed over her. She was tall, around five-nine, with a lean, athletic build topped by auburn hair that had grown out some since Puller had last seen her. He also knew that she carried scars from a shrapnel wound on one of her hips and butt cheeks from a too close encounter with a mortar round in the Middle East.

She worked in American intelligence. Puller had never been fully clear for which agency. They had parted ways at Thomas Custer’s tombstone at the graveyard at Fort Leavenworth in Kansas. In his dress blues he had invited her to spend a week’s leave with him in Rome. She had politely declined. And he hadn’t seen her since.

He had finally told himself he no longer cared. But seeing her, his gut was telling him that that was not true. Just the sight of the woman made his skin tingle a bit and his breath quicken.

She stopped within a foot of him.

Knox was wearing her usual official outfit, black pantsuit and white blouse with nearly every button buttoned and the collar turned up. He knew from experience that she was armed at the waist and with a throwaway at her ankle.

“Like I said, I heard you could use a friend.”

“And who did you hear that from?”

“You should know by now that I can’t reveal my sources.”

He relaxed and studied her. “I thought I’d hear from you before now. I called a dozen times. I texted and emailed. If I had an address for you I would have been on your doorstep.”

“I know, Puller. I’m sorry about that. Job gets in the way of a lot of things. I’ve been out of the country more than in.”

He took a step back and crossed his arms. “How much do you know about what’s going on?”

“Letter full of allegations against your father. The case of your mother’s disappearance reopened. Your father perhaps the main suspect because of the new fact that he was back in the country that day.”

“Your sources are pretty good,” he conceded.

“And since you’re here at Fort Monroe I assume that you are headlong into the investigation?”

“Not officially. But the CID agent on the case knows I’m around. I think he wants to collaborate.”

“Ted Hull?”

“You know him?”

“No.”

“So, again, Knox, what are you doing here? And don’t use the friend line again. I’m not sure you have any.”

Her features hardened. “I consider you a friend. You and your brother. We went through a lot together.”

“Friends return calls. My brother, as busy as he is, returns my calls.”

She assumed a pointed look. “Is this about Rome? My declining to go?”

“This is about you being here right now. I don’t believe you’re here for me. So there must be another reason. I would just like to know what it is. Simple enough.”

“I came here to help you, Puller. I know our last meeting was not a positive one. But your offer…it meant a lot to me. And you don’t know how close I came to accepting it. And not a day goes by that I don’t regret not going with you.”

This frankness made Puller’s features soften. “Are you being genuine, Knox? I want to know. Just tell me.”

“Let me put it this way. I’m not supposed to be here. But I am here.” She gazed over at the Malibu. “Care to go for a ride? We can talk?”

“I’ve got someone to meet.”

“Still have to drive there, right?”

She opened the passenger door of his car. Puller shook his head and climbed into the driver’s seat. They buckled up and he backed out.

“So who are you going to meet?”

“Somebody who might know something.”

“And something always leads to something else. I remember that’s your mantra.”

“My brother actually invented it. But, yeah, it’s how I think too.”

“Your mother disappeared thirty years ago.”

It wasn’t spoken as a question.

He glanced at her as they drove along. “You looked at the file?”

“Of course I did. If I’m hooking up with you I come prepared. I know better than most that you don’t like to waste time.”

“Yeah, thirty years ago.”

“You were eight years old, your brother nearly ten.”

“Right.”

“Your father was supposed to be out of the country but now we know he wasn’t. Yet he wasn’t at the house that night. The flight manifest said he was wheels down at Norfolk at one that afternoon.”

“How the hell did you score that information?” he said, his frustration clear. “I don’t even have it.”

“Doesn’t matter. That’s what the information says. The question becomes this: Your mother left the house around seven-thirty that night. Your father was thirty minutes away from your old house at one p.m. Where was he in the intervening time? There was no account of him meeting with anyone official. So where was he?”

“What do you know about this flight? How did it get so buried that no one knew until just recently? And are they certain my father was on it?”

“That remains a big question, Puller. I can tell you that I’m not satisfied by what I’ve seen so far.”

He pulled off the road and turned to her. “You know about the flight, that he didn’t meet with anyone official? And you’re not satisfied by what you’ve seen so far? How long have you been investigating this case?”

“Not that long. But I’m nothing if not efficient,” she added coolly. “And I have the credentials to get answers from people who are not used to giving them so freely.”

“I guess so,” said Puller a bit enviously.

“So why did he come back early?” she asked.

Puller took the envelope from his pocket and handed it across to her. Then he pulled back onto the road.

She unfolded the letter inside and read it twice over.

“Did your father read this?”

“I don’t know for certain. I know he had it.”

“She wanted to work things out.”

“Which means he had no motive to kill her.”

“Well, we don’t know that for sure,” replied Knox. “And she says she wanted to go away for a bit with you and your brother. I bet your father was not happy about that.”

“I’m sure he wasn’t.”

“And there could have been another reason.”

“Like what?”

“The old story. Another woman?”

“My father did have a mistress.”

She jerked and shot him a look. “What!”

“It was called the United States Army. He barely had time for his family, much less another woman in his life. But it would be nice to know why he came back early and didn’t tell anyone.”

“We’ll have to dig into that. By the way, where are we going?”

“To see a priest.”

She looked startled. “For what?”

“I’m going to confess my sins.”

“Seriously, Puller.”

“He’s the something that might lead to something else.”

She settled back in her seat. “Okay.” She paused and then added, “I’m long overdue for a confession, actually.”

“You’re Catholic?”

She nodded. “But I won’t do it today.”

“Why not?”

“I doubt we have the time. It might take a few hours.”

He gave her a look and she added, “I never said I was an angel, Puller.”