The Escape (John Puller, #3)(40)

“What?”

“What your brother was sent to prison for.”

“He was charged with national security crimes. Treason.”

She said in a scolding tone, “And you weren’t curious about the exact circumstances? That’s surprising for an investigator.”

“I did wonder. I wondered a lot. As soon as I got back from deployment overseas I checked into it. My brother was already in prison. But I did investigate.”

“And?”

“And the file was sealed. I couldn’t get anyone to even return a phone call or meet with me. Everything was completely hushed up. Not even the media really got wind of anything. It didn’t make any of the newspapers and I only saw one item about it on CNN, and then it just went away like dust in a black hole in space.”

“So you don’t know what he was convicted of?”

He glanced sharply at her. “Why? Do you know anything about it?”

“I think we might want to find out about it.”

Puller kept driving as he thought about this.

She said, “Or do you not want to know if your brother is really guilty or not?”

“He was convicted.”

“And in your experience an innocent person has never been convicted?”

“Not that many.”

“One is too many,” said Knox.

“But if the file is sealed on my brother’s case?”

“You’re the investigator. You must have some ideas on how to find out things. And if I’m going to stick my neck out about these transformers gone missing, you can do the same with your brother’s case.”

And she said no more as they drove along right into the gathering storm that might as well have been inside the car as well as outside it.





CHAPTER





20



HE AWOKE AT noon and slowly looked around.

Robert Puller had been dreaming that he had escaped from the DB. So when he woke, he thought he would see the interior of his prison cell.

But I did escape. I am free. For now.

A few minutes later he showered, careful to keep the soap and water off his altered face, and changed into his one other set of clothes. He would have to go shopping soon if he managed to maintain his freedom. He looked at himself in the mirror, if only to confirm that he still didn’t look a thing like himself. He just needed to avoid being arrested, because he couldn’t change his fingerprints, DNA, or retinal marker. His belly grumbling again, he drove to a twenty-four-hour diner and ate at the counter. Over his scrambled eggs, bacon, and buttered biscuits he read the local paper, a copy of which was sitting on the counter. The story he stumbled on had not made the front page and he wondered why.

Air Force General Found Dead in Motel Room in Leavenworth, Kansas.

He read on. Timothy Daughtrey, age forty-three and a one-star general in the Air Force, had been visiting the area on military business. He had not been staying at the motel. And there was no information on how he got there or the motive for his death, nor were there any suspects. There was a hotline number for people to call with information.

Puller searched his memory. Daughtrey. Timothy Daughtrey. He didn’t recall the name, but then again the Air Force was a pretty big entity. It might be totally unrelated or it might be directly connected to what was going on with him.

He finished his breakfast and carried the paper with him back to the motel. He got online and did a search on the dead general. There were numerous references to him, including a Wikipedia page. He ran his eye down the page.

There it is.

He was with U.S. Cyber, a command component of STRATCOM.

Daughtrey had been assigned there just over four months earlier, well after Puller had gone to the DB.

His career looked pretty straightforward. There was even a YouTube video of the man pontificating about military matters on some obscure show that probably only people in uniform, and only certain ones of those, would bother to watch. He seemed intelligent and straightforward on the video. Stupid people did not get assigned to STRATCOM. But he was assuredly not straightforward. Such people also did not get assigned to STRATCOM. In fact, reading between the lines of the video interview, Puller came away with the impression that Daughtrey had learned more about the interviewer than the journalist had learned about him, or, more importantly, about STRATCOM.

Yet now he was dead and they had no leads. Murdered in Leavenworth while there on military business. And what business would that be? U.S. Cyber Command was headquartered at Fort Meade in Maryland. The closest Air Force base out here was McConnell in Wichita. But if he were doing STRATCOM business in this part of the country he would have likely gone to Offutt AFB in Nebraska. The satellite office that Puller had worked at in Kansas had closed and the operation had been consolidated at the partially renovated Offutt.

So why was he in Leavenworth, Kansas? The answer seemed suddenly obvious.

Because that’s where I escaped from.

As he looked at the face of the dead man on the YouTube video, Puller nodded. That had to be the connection. He had to be the connection.

He looked at the newspaper article once more. The motel where the body had been found was a relatively short drive away. He was making no progress with his database searches on the dead man back at the prison. He was still debating when to head out of Kansas and on to another location that might yield answers. But he had time for a side trip. In fact, in some respects, he had all the time in the world.