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maintaining his glare. Finally, though, Dexter broke the silence. “We can’t afford to just let you go,” he said. “But I understand where you’re coming from. I’ll go with you.” He looked at Fisher. “I’ll go with him.”
    “I’m sending surveillance.”
    “I don’t know where you think I’m going to go,” Jeff said, but he nodded calmly at Fisher.
    The three of them stood and headed toward the exit. Jeff went through the door first, then turned back to them. “Hey, am I the only one who’s ever run?”
    Without answering, Dexter closed the door behind them and they headed for the front of the building.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    Agent Fisher slammed shut the passenger side door of Dexter’s car, causing the car to jolt. “Geez,” Jeff said. “He’s got issues.”
    Dexter looked at his old friend. He’d honestly believed that he would never see him again. It had been a year-and-a-half since he’d received the emergency call that the inner sanctum of the USTP had been breached. Of course, there weren’t many who had access to that part of the building, so the immediate response had been to treat it as an inside job. He remembered racing along I-95 to get to the facility, never imagining it would’ve been Jeff breaking his own code of ethics.
    Now here he was, returned from wherever he’d gone. Dexter had believed he had a handle on what Jeff had been up to at the time, with his obsession to find out how his device had ended up in the Sierra Nevadas, but there’d been no way to confirm his suspicions. He’d researched to see if he could find some trace of Jeff’s actions, but as with anything in history, if someone’s existence wasn’t written down somewhere, the chances of it being passed on as historical record were slim. Until he’d gotten a call from Agent Fisher that Jeff had called him from Moscow, he’d dismissed the idea that he would ever resurface at all.
    The ride from USTP back to Andrews AFB had been quiet. He guessed that Jeff had been doing his best not to incite Agent Fisher, knowing that he’d have time to sort things out with Dexter after they’d gotten out of the SUV. Now, as he pulled away from the parking lot, he felt comfortable dropping his guard.
    “I’m sorry to have surprised you like that,” he said.
    “Um... I’m living in a dream world here, Dexter. I have no idea what’s going on.”
    “Look, I think you’ve gotten past the first line of questioning there, and that’s good. But you can be up-front with me.” He paused for a moment. “Why did you do it? It was so risky.”
    “Dexter, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have missed the past three years,” Jeff said slowly. “I went back in time to 1983, and when I returned I skipped three years into the future. You saw me off when I left. You met me at the airport. You took me back to 1849. You got shot in the leg and I took you to the hospital. Then we went back to the airport and parted ways. That’s the last I’ve seen of you until this morning.”
    They pulled past a series of white box buildings, through a set of security gates, and were off the base. The hotel was close by – they weren’t going to allow Jeff to go far. “Let’s get you settled, then we’ll grab something to eat and talk. Alright?” Jeff nodded.
    Dexter pulled the car into the parking lot of a Marriott about a mile from the base. He knew there was a burger place inside. As he parked, he noticed a black sedan with darkened windows pull in behind him and settle into a spot in view of the front doors of the building. “They’re worried about you,” he said, motioning over his shoulder with his thumb. “Right behind us.”
    “Are you surprised?” Jeff asked. “Apparently, I’m a famous time runner. Is that what they’re called? Because it’s a cool name.” His frustration was starting to show through. Which was interesting because Dexter had been impressed by his demeanor so far.
    They entered the hotel and